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The Next One

by Paul Little

The next sound that you hear
Will be my life falling apart
Shattering into a million pieces.

The next pain that you feel
Will be empathy for my broken heart
After you’ve ripped it in two.

The next voice that you hear
Will be warm and sympathetic
Telling you it was all my fault.

The next place that you stay
Will be lonely without me
Your solitude the price of freedom?

The next friend that you make
Won’t even know who I am,
Not that they’ll meet me anyway.

The next lover that you take
Won’t be as good as me
Or at least that’s what I’m hoping.

And the next time you leave someone
Fracturing their fragile sense of being
At least it won’t be me.

02/20/2003

Posted on 02/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 Paul Little

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/25/03 at 04:40 PM

The repetition really enhanced the writing. Good read.

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