Through the phone call
You said we would fall
We could
Scent of your voice
Hinted at me a wink of the glisten
Maybe drops, maybe rain,
A storm.
Battered by my indifference,
I wanted us done
Nothing stirred
Too peaceful, painfully peaceful
This instant I taste your helplessness
In the end no one
Wants to fight alone
Forget about taking-
In and finally up
Always the harder option
We were through
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