"It's been a long time." he said.
"Yeah." I said, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"It has."
It had been eight months and three days since we ended
And it was the worst thing I ever let happen to me.
And it was my fault.
All my broken pieces get in the way.
I missed him.
But nothing can undo the past.
So I paid the bartender and walked out
Catching a cab and cutting my losses.
Maybe it was time to move on.
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November- #aseverythingturnsgrey
PoetryIn the month of November, writers Kat Savage and J.R. Rogue are hosting a series of writing prompts called #aseverythingturnsgrey . These are my contributions. Enjoy!
