A Matter of Time
How could I believe
you would stay
when people only leave?
Loss after loss, I begin to not grieve.
But how could I be relieved
when you left
when I began to cleave?
I became terrified of what I preconceived.
It had become my own philosophy,
maybe a self-fulfilling prophecy.
So I couldn't help but smile when you walked away,
because the tormenting wait was no longer for another day.
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