Today
After we walked away,
I wanted to call you.
And say,
After we walked away,
I wanted to call you.
And say,
I finally met up with him,
But it was awkward
And tense
And he didn't interact with me
Like he wanted me there.
And you would have laughed
At my awkward stories
And how I felt so wrong
But I can't call you
About you.
My person.
No longer mine.
So instead I will sit on the train
Alone
And cry.
Having lost a lover,
And a friend
All at once.
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