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Fall Away

I think it's over
but how do I explain?
You call when there is
a lull at your job,
want me to rush off,
meet you at my place for sex and food.
My stomach hurts.
Telling you my gas budget is too tight
to spend going back and forth
sounds pathetic, even to me.
How hard it is to tell you
the love has fled, too much
empty time between our
little stolen moments
and maybe I grew up
in the silent spaces.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Read it in my words, my voice,
the excuses and the way
I no longer drop and roll for you.
Delete my number, forget my address.
Don't make me say it
to your face.
Let me go.

22 Jan 15

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