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Jan 2015
He sat across the extent,
On the wide room floor

She just curled up on bed,
As if he didn’t exist


He wanted to speak,
But no words came out

Her eyes started to leak,
Although she didn’t dare wipe it up


He stood and walked to the door
With hesitance, he almost fell

She wanted to stop him
As she heard the **** turned


He waited for her,
To ask him to stop

But she didn’t
Her conceit was too high


Nobody spoke
He left
She wept
**

If sorries were that easy to say
Then maybe, they both stayed
Peter Simon
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Peter Simon
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