betrayaland aching in your lungsthe

betrayal

and aching in your lungs

the last half-sip of wine

no u-turns

 

one

missing

stitch

 

bleeding ink on left hands

whys and what-ifs

alone at a table

stood up-

stand off-

just sit down-

nobody cares

This poem is about: 
Me

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