Nine Months Later

Midnight is approaching,

and I’m here thinking about you.

I wish I wasn’t.

I hate that I still am,

and that it’s been nine months now.

I can’t help but wonder if you’re happy,

if I ever cross your mind,

and why I wasn’t enough.

I’ll never understand what happened to us,

but I’ll miss you always.

Maybe one of these days I’ll tell you that.

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