they don’t love you anymore and it's fine | poem
poetry
how you used to dance with eyes closed
in the darkness of your bedroom
play it on repeat (on repeat)
the days after, they told you
we are done.
how sudden—like an alarm clock
song reminds you of soft lips
once present as a breeze.
too many memories chill
the nape they once went to for more.
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