First month.
"You're free to move on..."
Months later.
"Does she see us as family?"
During all of those months.
"Leave then!"
After all those months.
"She hates me!"
Every month.
"Are you coming for a holiday at least?"
Losing track of time.
"Why isn't she visiting my house?"
Days are numbered.
"Don't go..."
Not a care.
"I'll stay silent."
Sort of care.
"I want comfort."
Not knowing.
"Grief has taken over."
Care.
"He is my family."
A lot of care.
Playful mistakes.
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This past poem has so much reference/meaning to my recent poem and will to some of my future poems. Some people don't want to try and understand your side of things. Even when you have so many other things going on.*
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