Sunday, December 5, 2021

To be fair, you did warn me

The thought of losing you (prematurely)
Never made me feel this way
It never filled me with the sense of dread
I sometimes wake up with
Or swallow with my morning cup of tea
Or trap in a clenched fist
Or season my food with

The thought of losing you never occurred to me
Even though you told me right at the beginning
That you already had one foot out the door

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