"I'm leaving you," he
says, while packing to go. I
was facing down Death.
"I cheated on you,"
he says, telling me what I
had already known.
"I love you," he says,
"but I don't like your body
when we are in bed."
THIS is the way the
world ends. Not with a bang, nor
even a whimper,
but with unkind words
said to those most in need, those
we say we love the most.
~ written August 29, 2010
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