thinking of you while
in the arms of another
is as humdrum
as wishing on the
same star or lingering
over the same
moon, though not quite
as worn-out as i will never
love anyone else, nor
please forgive
me, i have been
unfaithful. getting
caught in your own
trap is as conventional
as uncoordinated
reticence over
breakfast, along
the lines of we are
so perfect, why
are you leaving?
dangling underneath
love’s closing credits
.
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