Petits III

you know
very well
all that i mind
and yet you ask
incredulous
as i continue
to lie
that which you know
will never be true

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glass tears
spill
hot and newly wrought
failing to melt my resolve
to keep gathering the shards of my foolish hope

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a shared denial

sweet and quietly treacherous

on the edge -precarious

each ready with a protest

each steeling for the impending goodbye

waiting for the other

to be “the bad guy”