Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Caught

You said you would break it off soon. I feel so guilty. And you only delay.
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I refuse to be the ‘other woman’.
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Part circumstance. Part consequence. Irrelevant.
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Filled with strange trepidation I turned the key. Like premonition ignored, I walked in on you both.
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It should not hurt, but it does. I miss you.

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