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Apr 2019
She doesn't talk to me anymore.
No bated breath.
No smiles.
No glance.
No long conversations til dusk.

Just her absence.
I don't think she was ever there to begin with.
All I was was an afterthought.
Meandering distraction.

Cast off husks don't break any hearts.  
They rot.
Alone.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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