it's the end of small
talk.
the end of the mundane.
the end
of
planning
a regular day.
it's the end of back and forth
texting.
or a call
returned.
it's the slow death of love,
the withering
branch,
the brown leaf
on a unwatered plant
it's the death
of a friendship that is hard.
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