We cried for different reasons
that day,
surrounded
by misinterpretations
of weeks spent
in each others hands,
and then lingered there
until each candle had been blown out
and the light
was replaced
by black.
And in that darkness
your intentions became clear
and a line was drawn
beneath
who you were
and
who I thought you to be,
neither of which
were enough.
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