In the morning there is a text
She wants to talk about that message
in person.
How it makes her feel.
I'm supposed to go home at noon, so I say I don't care.
I do.
I don't go home at noon.
She comes, my girl walks out to the car.
I stay with her dog.
Her dog doesn't really like me, but she sat in my lap the whole time.
An hour passes.
I call my friend.
"You look like a clown right now," she says. "You're better than me, I wouldn't allow that."
Another half hour passes.
My stomach has dropped already. They talked for so long.
My sweet girl comes back inside.
She has a torn up note that she gave her and plans to hang out with her the next day.
"She'll be the end of us," I tell her.
"I know," she says.
She drops me off at my sisters concert and I go home.
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PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy