Gone;

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I see the way you look at her.
You smile with she smile that I long for,
now knowing I'm not the reason you do.
Your hugs sincere and your movements graceful.
I know what we had,
and now what you have.
I understand,
she gives you more.
She fulfills you.
Maybe she'll give you what I couldn't.
Maybe she'll be enough.

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