From the Broken Hearts Notice Board

It’s just that I wonder

if she touches you like I would –

slowly,

trying to read you like a map,

seeking for the places

where pain screams under skin,

so she can lure it out

and make it her own.

It’s just that sometimes

when I get lost on evening streets

it takes a moment to realize

I’m there alone.

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