A poem
Words sharpened to a point
Can feel like violence
Almost as sharp as “I love you”
Met with silence
You stand finger pointing
And I stand looking down
At the space between us
Splitting open once-shared ground
Your eyes don't meet mine
Across the miles
You drown in betrayal remembered
And I, in remembered smiles
Still, acro…
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