I thought you’d moved on

We are reduced to WhatsApp now you’ve left

the ting tells me your specks of thought, no touch

I think you may be synaptically challenged, cheat

your triad of expectations; you, me and her!

If you are trying to separate us, send me messages,

unfurl your inner petals of speech so you can serve me

and I’ll dissolve them into cadences of text history;

a nexus of hope deleted and undeleted, archived

No more left to convince me; you are out for you.

destructive affairunrequited loverelationship endnew life start

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Emma Stradling

Thu 28th Oct 2021 13:04

I felt creative this morning. It's not about me!

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