across a table in a restaurant

this discordant beautiful cord you played in a novel

Do you remember when you walked away? Didn’t look back? Didn’t hear me?

Thought me less. Last. Not worth a response. I remember that.

I never forgot what it was to be hurt. Heart. Bent. Waiting.

Take this piece of string still covered with the wax seal. Wrap it tightly around your pinky finger and promise me

.it doesn’t matter

We are all still in this together.

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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