Denial

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He was leaving me
but I didn't want to believe it

so I stood there
hanging on for dear life

with my eyes squeezed shut
hoping it was an awful dream

trying to treasure
these last few moments

until he spoke my name

so quietly
forcing my eyes open

seeing his tear stained face
as he grabbed my hands
to make me let go
of the tight grip
I had on his shirt

as he kissed my forehead
letting the door silently
close behind him

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