Last looks. They will destroy you.
I
see you there, still that half-smiling perfection, sure and unsure,
scared and wanting. I should have known, no, I did know… the whole time,
especially then.And you left me here, whispering. It’s all I can do, because all the promises you spoke were secrets. I’m not allowed to be broken. I’m not allowed to be sick. I never was.
Who are you? A never-was.
I might as well be dead. I loved you more than man I had children with, I trusted you more, wanted you more, dreamt of you more. And I am afforded no luxury of a pause or a hug goodbye, and I did nothing wrong. I loved you, and that is my crime.
Guilty.
Convicted.
Most miserable sentence.
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