As we sat there together
more words fell
from his mouth—
and with each one
I drifted further away,
trying to flee
the sinking feeling inside,
yet remaining present
for the sting
of each phrase.
Unable to look at him,
I stared ahead
at the trees in front of me,
and pretended—
that I didn’t care,
betrayed by the tears
running down my cheeks.
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