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six years of friendship, love, passion, ache, and dreams.

one inevitable, regrettable, heart wrenching mistake.

she is gone,
she is gone,
she is gone,
her husband found out, and now
she is gone.

i don’t think to ask

my breath
leaves my mouth
with a sigh
and a hiss
and i just
can’t believe
that it’s true

you’re here
‘side me now
with my hands
in your curls
and i still
cannot face
what it means

your eyes
tell the truth
of our time
in the night
but i don’t
think to ask
“what’s your name?”