unanswered questions

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Cacti do not wilt,

yet this one has dried out

I thought immortality existed

yet strings on a guitar are out of tune,

they did not snap

only slowly stretched apart.

So what have we become?

We sit in heavy silence ever since

our words started hanging 

like cigarette smoke.

I run away for weeks

and you're still waiting on my doorstep. 

I don't deserve the flowers

maybe we're overdue

I've gone weary

am I so selfish?

we were prodigies

you can't be expressed

and now, 

neither can our love.

I have so many questions 

but I don't blame you.












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