He got in the car
and left.
He’d come back;
she knew he always came back,
and she knew it was for the best…
she thought she knew that, anyway.
But it always felt like it
would be the last time
she saw him.
“I love you,” he’d said.
“I love you.”
“He loves me,” she thought.
“He’s got to.”
She let the words
echo in her head
for days,
weeks,
in case a day came
when they didn't anymore.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
He got in the car
and left.
He’d come back;
she knew he always came back,
and she knew it was for the best…
she thought she knew that, anyway.
But it always felt like it
would be the last time
she saw him.
“I love you,” he’d said.
“I love you.”
“He loves me,” she thought.
“He’s got to.”
She let the words
echo in her head
for days,
weeks,
in case a day came
when they didn't anymore.
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