What is it you think of
Who is it who keeps you awake at night
Does she light up your eyes the way I didn't?
Do you still think of me, maybe not fondly, but distantly.
And,
How long more will I continue to write of/to you?
Because,
Heartbreak was never given a fixed time to mend. And though I progress, I am so far broken it feels impossible.
Maybe next time, maybe never.
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