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Jan 2015
Waltzing through the airport.

For a moment it felt you weren't leaving.
For a moment everything was OK.

Your finger grazing my cheek
as your lips softly mouthed the lie

Its not over .

But it was. You knew it and so did I.
Our deepest fear has floated ashore.

As time passed we drifted apart.

I stopped recognizing myself in the mirror.
Im not me without you.
Philip J Fry
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Philip J Fry  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   --- and calpurnia mockingbird
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