Mixed with his usual shadows
I chirped words like birds
Hoping to bring him out of his darkness
He walked away
Slowly and indifferent
That tight mouth -
Always accompanied the same expression
I called after him -
"I have had the misfortune
To suffer painful love," I exhaled
He turned to me with an ironic smile -
"What makes you think it's over yet?"
Love it great poem well done keep these coming
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