So is this how it ends?
Nothing like it begins?
No legs in air no nerves on end?
Now that you're gone,
I claim: MOVED ON!
But seeing your shadow often proves me wrong.
Still don’t want u back,
At least not like that.
Wish you'd just get right, like facts.
Now it’s just me.
Not this idyll you see,
Nor pen nor tears give remedy.
Anew I begin.
No fret-filled ends.
My new life starts where ours rescinds.
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