I hope you understand.
It's not anything you've done,
I've just changed.
Don't cry,
it's not easy for me either.
Please stop, you know I can't
stand to see you like that.
I have to leave.
There's no going back.
I'm sorry.
the sound of a door opening to cars buzzing by,
the wind blowing through the curtains,
a door latch catching,
a gentleness one cannot repair.
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