

The Things We Never SayMy Dear,The Things We Never Say
We've come again to this. You're in the bedroom slamming drawers and packing suitcases, crying on the phone to your mother. I can hear the corners of your conversation: "Can you believe it?" and "...should've left years ago." I think I heard a "worthless son of a bitch" bounce against the closet. (Let's hope, this time, you leave it on its hinges.)
I wonder what you're wearing. You ripped your blouse getting out of the car tonightcaught it on that three carat platinum bracelet I bought you for Valentine's Dayso I can't imagine it's survived y
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