when love ends
we unhinge, we uncouple.
we separate
and move
onward to a different place.
no longer
skin to skin.
it's different now.
no whispers
to be heard
no finishing each other's
thoughts
with words.
we go slowly into the white
hollows
of time.
of memory.
we are set apart from one another,
untethered.
thinking only
of what was kind.
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