We talked.
You seemed unflawed.
We whispered.
Words of Love.
We yelled.
Hateful things.
Now there’s silence.
As yelling brings.
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We talked.
You seemed unflawed.
We whispered.
Words of Love.
We yelled.
Hateful things.
Now there’s silence.
As yelling brings.
I got a French manicure today.
(And my husband left me).
It’s a very stylish look.
(He says that the woman he loved is dead).
I think perhaps I’ve never looked better.
(He says he misses my laughter).
And that is all that matters now.
(Right?)