you must be busy,
she says,
or you've lost interest.
there must be
someone else
on your plate,
a different dish
than me.
but it was nice getting
to know you.
nice having
that little
fling. I hope we can
still be friends.
pop on over
if you're in my hood,
send me
a note, tell me your
world is all
good.
don't disappear
into the folds of time.
unbusy yourself
again, for me.
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