Somebody almost known...
drops in like from the past...Speaks of her love...of her loss ...of her gains...
A conversation of many directions...
Am evasive of my own world....
she departs....
I realize am somebody once hurt never get back easily...
I listen to her world...
It is difficult for me to hold a grudge too long....
It is difficult to stop a wound deep within...
I have become someone who can only listen to other worlds...
mine I seal it underneath polite nods and formal gestures...
A newspaper blurb that shall hold my hard sealed secret just with within me....
Life was kind... somebody would never know what it all meant to me.
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