It was your choice,
Not mine.
She is your One.
This I’ve known and know.
Please ignore the weeping
or the silence. I can’t have you,
or the you I once had--
smiling and steady, bright eyes on
me as my world finally felt
solid.
Please
don’t talk to me,
don’t write to me,
don’t try to stitch the cut
or I will keep bleeding.
I wish you happiness.
I wish you both happiness, really.
You deserve that.
Don’t worry about me.
Memory will do.
It has to--
Love
me.
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