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What is it that’s been done
When did we turn down this road
It’s been sleepless nights for me
I’m hoping that you will not let me go
I had a night terror
But couldn’t wake out if it. Where’s my mind
Trying to find a page from the book in which the time you became mine
But now I find that your mind is in another realm what used to be a synonym
Somehow has become astray
Now I’m here hoping that you hear me as my ashes hit the tray
I’m just hoping that this poem will be seen
I’m hoping it’ll make you stay
Or make you say
What it is that has been done
For love to leave our hearts in disarray

Jay G