we inch forward
at times. we rarely take
that giant
leap.
it's small steps, careful
steps
towards
the door to leave.
we look at the window
and wonder how far
the ground is below.
is there a kitchen door.
a side
exit.
it's hard to go,
to get your coat
and end things
when love isn't what it
should be.
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