End of a Spark

Guess I’ve given up.
Pretending I don’t care
worrying what to wear,
how to do my hair.

Wicker dripping stomach.
Outside my hiding place
disappear without trace,
I know I’m not safe.

Inside I’m hurting.
You know it
but the lines of a poet
can’t save us now.

Don’t know what to say.
Now that I’ve told you
I yearn to be with you,
you don’t feel the same.

A spark burnt out.
Conversation runs dry
now I don’t try,
you ebb away.


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