Bygones - Poem by 0s1 Silver
You kept my most precious.
And I wanted it back.
But I don't want to see you.
So I try not to care.
We met, awkward and tense.
We exchange simple words,
And you return it back.
Finally, we break, its no longer there.
Past becomes memory, present forgotten and spared.
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