When We Said Goodbye
You told me that you loved me
that day.
You had said so before,
but not often,
and timidly,
as though you feared the words
and the weight that they can carry.
So hearing them said, then,
loudly and surely,
then,
roused such joy, need, hope,
and disappointment
and the certainty that they were to be
the last things you and I would share.
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