The day my lover refused to talk,
My heart performed a familiar
Backflip of insecurity and need.
The day I turned away from our place,
Our corner by the weirs,
And arm in arm
With the best friend I ever had
Began to walk away,
My stomach writhed with
Anger, unfamiliar and bitter.
The day my results came through -
Bad news, don't you know -
I turned away from my lover
And fell upon my friend
And wondered why...
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