Things.

There are

That you

Don’t know about me

The last time I saw my smile
We departed
on not so civil
Terms.

While sitting next to your body,
I wanted to ask
Then thought against it,
Forgiveness didn’t need to come from you

My neck, still a spoiled apple red

We never knew each other
By name
Only by the sound our eyes would make
When you
Were on guard-

Today you let it down.

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