there was nothing left of our love
except the pangs of impure hearts.
she took a deep breath and said to me
"is this nothing to you?"
our home wasn't the same for her anymore
and i watched, helpless, as she walked out the door.
never to return
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ten step | poetry
Poetry{ not every step forward is progressive } { not every step backward is a mishap } ✏ ⓛ.ⓔ.ⓘ.ⓢ.ⓛ.ⓔ.ⓡ. #34 in poetry #200poemchallenge
