Leaving Her – © 1973

A short poem about breaking up with Carmen

Leaving Her – © 1973

Her hair was shiny black
Pressed tightly to her head.
Her eyes now tear-streaked brown
Were filling me with dread.
Her hands pressed tight in mine
Made my blood run so cold.
Because leaving her, my love,
Would mean leaving her, my soul.

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