Good Riddance

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You deign to hear of solace and pain.

I sat and waited for love again.

You point your finger accusing me,

And I point back vigilantly.

Now we both yearn for that time,

When you had me and you were mine.

All is now an angry mess,

Filled with turmoil and distress.

I turn to leave and with a look.

See you for what I mis-took.