to never speak to again.
maybe one,
maybe none when i sit down
and think about it.
it's more their choice
than mine.
i have no quarrel with the past.
what was is settled.
what wasn't meant to be,
is fine.
how strange it is though.
to be in love,
to be once entwined,
then have it end abruptly,
so much of life
can be unkind.
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