For today’s prompt, write a second chance poem.
I’ll never know why
Why she stopped replying
to my texts and emails
It was probably something I said
since I usually say too much
Looking up on a clear night
joking about Virgo or Cassiopeia
I still remember the smell of her hair
the warmth of her hand in mine
But I don’t consider her
the one that got away
It’s probably for the best
I need lots of second chances
But maybe under starry skies
she sometimes thinks of me
and laughs
I feel this whole heartedly 💔
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Glad this resonates with you. Thanks for reading.
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Poignant and achingly sad.
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Thanks. Not getting a second chance usually is.
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There’s always the possibility of a second chance – it just may not be the one we want at the time…….
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Very true.
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Cute. We all need second chances, some of us more than others. I like the ending too. Sometimes I laugh too when I think of you.
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Good. Better to be laughed at than forgotten.
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Why?? … I’ve no answer to that mysterous question ..
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I guess neither of us will ever know then.
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I agree!
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I love how the poem makes me feel, a sense of cherish the memories and content with now.
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Excellent. Glad my poem was able to evoke such feelings. Thanks!
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👍
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👍💚
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Nice
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Thanks
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Nicely done – especially the conclusion. It’s open to many interpretations, and it’s entirely relatable.
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Thanks! I was wondering about that last line. I’m not sure how to interpret it either.
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I have a poem of similar sentiments, about a boy, one that l let go. But, this also reminds of Patsy Cline’s “Walkin’ after Midnight.”
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Very cool. Thanks.
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