We don’t talk you and me
And it’s striking
How your words no longer
Light up my phone
The lover bubble we burst through
Now we go it alone
While couples walk in worlds I’m not part of
And I feign understanding
As they talk about love

And I look on my life all thin and uneven
With metaphors trying
When no one believes them
Redrafting a life with no object for feeling
Relaying the foundations of my self esteem and

Refusing to act out the same old scenes
Because I left all that in 2019

Image Credit: Francesca Nava

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