was to sit there listening.
I'd heard this story far too many times before.
It was always the same.
Always.
There was no surprise in my actions, a dull repetition of thought & action.
How boring those moments of feigned intimacy had become.
You held me tight as we parted
but I was anywhere but there.
That night
it was I that left
it all behind.
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