She used to be here,
beside me,
our laughter filling the gaps in the quiet.
But then it changed,
when they came around,
the ones with the right clothes,
the right words.
And I was left behind.
She doesn’t look at me now,
not like she used to.
She walks with them,
her back straight,
her smile cold,
and I’m still here,
waiting,
watching her slip away.
It’s like she doesn’t...
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