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42 · Nov 2020
Under a Picnic Shelter
Katie Nov 2020
Hunched over, I cry.
In the corner, I try
To somehow forget.
"Why are you upset?"
I hear you query.
"Is it because of me?"

I don't know how
To respond now.
Do I dare reveal
The pain I feel?
Deciding to not,
I swallow my snot.

"No," I say quickly
To answer you simply.
You leave satisfied.
More tears fill my eyes.
If only you knew,
It's always been you.

— The End —