The past was gone, after all,
and the future was the only thing
they had left-
A future that no longer had room
for the two of them
No matter how desperate they tried
But there remains a coffee table
where they sit across each other
every once in a while
as strangers with familiar faces
as strangers with half-hearted goodbyes
YOU ARE READING
Unconditional
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