Moving On
You didn't see me there;
i spotted you and turned,
although my anger burned.
I knew you wouldn't care,
and would ignore my glare.
So many lovers spurned!
So much I longed to say -
those bitter words unsaid
were tumbling round my head,
my thoughts were on the day
you turned and walked away
(I wished that I were dead).
But now I realise
it's pointless to despise.
written 7th March for Emile's HexSonnetta contest
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