The door opened again, Silent .. hinges well oiled As his words - Smooth .. For all the weeks in between, Unspoiled. I listened .. Head on one side, Trying to hear If, this time, He had anything to say. I missed you .. You look great, A hand reaches out to mine, Fingertips graze As I slip by, half turning .. You can't come back, I whisper, Yearning .. It's over and done, Find someone else.
Reason for writing:
Written after I finally came to my senses about a co-dependent relationship, obviously going no-where other than round again. (Stuck to my resolve, too...best thing I ever did!)
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