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how is it
you can break my heart
and before I chance to mend
you come around
to break my heart again

you’ve memorized my
fault lines
with weapons still the same –
your eyes meet mine
and then you speak
my name

I’ve forgotten
how it was to heal
don’t care to ever know
the ease of loss
is nothing
if I never see you go

I’ll move the bed
to face the dawn –
I’ll rearrange the room
further from your leaving –
hidden to the moon

. . .