The Last Goodbye
He didn’t beg
he’d done that once
Five years of stolen time
a love not loud, but real.
He pressed between silence
silenc and stolen phones.
She looked away when she said it
“I’m ending us”
not sorry, just done
We’re over.
I need to be with my husband,
he doesn’t deserve a cheating wife.
He nodded, once
she left
and the door closed softly
No fire
just dust in his chest
sad, quiet,
and alone again
There he stood, a broken man
now his future is dead
without her
how can and will he go on
a broken man
With a broken dream.
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