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Eighteen April, Twenty Twenty-One

She was there until she wasn’t

When you said to her “Don’t leave” and got up to go,

She smiled.

When you said to her “I’ll be back” and weren’t,

She waited.

When you said “I’m sorry” and meant it,

She shrugged.

When you said “Forgive me” and waited,

She turned.

When you said “Please?” and reached for her,

She was gone.

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