I told you that I didn’t want you anymore.
That I was over everything.
I put on my best smile for you.
Touched your forearm one last time.
And laughed.
I captured the dead look in your eye
As you watched me
Pick at my sweater
And run my fingers through my hair.
You said okay.
You said good-bye.
I tripped over my feet
And walked outside.
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