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I Hear You
I hear your shallow breathing
Groans and sharp inhales
Of oxygen through your teeth
Wet shoes at the 7-11 and the Chinese Zodiac
I hear, “Can I get a room key?”
Slamming doors and slapping skin
More groans and one more door
Then ours
I hear, “She’s better than you,”
And “I’m tired of hearing about it,”
And, “You leaving was the best thing
“To ever happen to me.”
So when you sit there
Telling me I’m the woman of your dreams
And that I shouldn’t believe what I am hearing
I hear you
Copyright ©
Renee Willier
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