He sits on the edge of the bed;
tears rolling, no reason.
Not sad —
_just leaking_.
Hand across his face,
_sniffs_, straightens his back.
Deep breath —
__Done!__
He moves on,
like it never happened at all.
“Never mind,” he says,
“that’s just life.”
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
He sits on the edge of the bed;
tears rolling, no reason.
Not sad —
_just leaking_.
Hand across his face,
_sniffs_, straightens his back.
Deep breath —
__Done!__
He moves on,
like it never happened at all.
“Never mind,” he says,
“that’s just life.”
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