There Has To Be A Way

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I loved him

I thought he felt the same

We had our differences

But there was always a way

A way to reach each other

And hang onto the last vestiges of our love

But with a word or two

He killed what was left

With his careless and callous ways

Striking me down to a mess of emotions

Crying for what once was

And praying it was only a nightmare


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vestige