Being Left

Read the following poem somewhere. Intriguing lines.Totally different perspective.Kudos to the person who wrote it.


There is so much talk 
of being left
but it is hard to be the one 
who does the leaving.
It is not nothing to pack a suitcase.
It is not nothing 
to see good love wasted,
or waiting, and believe
it belongs to you.

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