...and some people don't come back...

Paper Flowers
Every heart has its graveyard. 
Names we never speak, 
buried beneath all that we had to do 
to survive. 

I've laid flowers at the feet of loves 
I outgrew, 
but still visit in dreams. 

I've lit candles for the ones 
who left and never came back. 

Not every goodbye deserves a monument, 
but I still remember them. 
How could I forget 
when their ghosts still haunt me? 

Some things just end 
and some people don't come back. 
And some nights, 
I still whisper into the dark, 
"If I could, Id love you better next time."

~ Jessica Jocelyn
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