The Antonym of Happiness

An Acrostic Poem

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Someday I will be over you!
And my heart will be lifted up high again.
Don’t ever look back, my dear heart.
Nine years it’s been since then.
Every day I look backward at him.
Sullen are my days and evenings.
Sunlight will never touch my heart, so long as I look back at you.

Amanda Dalmas ~ Oct. 19th, 2020