She left, knowing that she would not come back
That sometime between here and home
The ritual folding and burning of innocence
Leaving nothing left for post partum speculation
Dreams, discarded with the ideals of youth
For some other better hero
Exchanged for one soft moment of undignified peace
Magnified ad infinitum in the lens of common decency
Responsibility and the decisions that one cannot take back
Paths that somehow cannot be changed
Sweet saccharine numb of surrender that came too late
She doesn’t love here anymore
She, doesn’t live

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