It happened again.
Again, I saw her alone.
I traced her footsteps again
until my feet were numb.
A song took me back to an evening over coffee.
Her eyes crinkled when she spoke about her ex again.
I hinted she’d hate me just as much in the end.
She’d be miserable again,
crying in the rain, screaming my name again.
She’d follow the cure and me home after it’s over.
Another broken heart is mine to fix again.
Come in. Make yourself at home again.
(© 2022 AC)
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