i could have told you more
about love about us
about everything within me
but in your indifference
i decided to shut up
and close my fingers
back to the fold of my hands
i see it in the looks of your eyes
there is no us
there was never us from the
very beginning when i extended
my hand for a shake and
told you my very first name.
some flowers simply shy away
from darker clouds
and fear the coming of the rain
for petals to open up and bloom
the sun must first promise to shine
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