It felt like I had loved you
For a thousand years...
Though you asked for a divorce,
You will always have
A piece of my soul...
A mischievous laugh,
An extended glance
That questioned every action
I made...
Golden eyes
With bronze and copper highlights...
Years pass like eons...
Love turns black,
Brick by brick the walls are built,
Self-defensive and fueled
By false beliefs...
Will she forgive me?
She always does...
But she never does.
No.
Not today.
Even if her words say otherwise.
She always accuses me of cheating,
It always feels like projection.
She was all I wanted.
She's been smoking a lot.
Drowning her sorrows in scotch.
Wait... Why is she always on her phone
With the screen turned from me?
It's a pen pal? An old friend?
What does she have to hide?
Why has she searched for "Erik"
So often?
Oh... I get it now.
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