I recognised the photo, and your invective, clearly aimed.
But you never had the courage to say "goodbye", or anything. That I will say. Just that.
No invectives from me. Just the continued wait. Did you really think I would stop to want you with every cell in my body? I will not finish this.
You already made a fool out of me, another head on your mantel.
Bitter words want to come out, but won't. It's just not me. You could call me and finish what you were saying in September, or not.
You know now where to find me.
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