i sit his table
awaiting the words
i’ve come this way
a few times before
we talk of things
words and means
truth and deceit
i knew his face
would come and go
beautiful things
only last so long
i tip my hat to happiness
to fall to dreary
wondering if this time it’ll go
i loved him, i did
i know i should’ve said it
but some things are left unsaid
because somethings don’t need to be said
we went rounds
talking about how
we didn’t know where we were going
but no one ever knows where they’re going
i sit here
red face, puffed eyes
a throat of nothing
anxiety thriving
i don’t know where i’m going
but i hope it’s lovely when i get there
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