unspoken

(I left you…

                        please open original to read)

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I left you
     wrapped in the comforter.
                coffee going cold, by the bed
 .
it is not what you asked for.
 .
your simple request,
                I know,
                     is shrouded by the way we think.
 .
Both of us guilty
                of too many thoughts
                and too few honest descriptors.
 .
 .
I am sensitive to your fragility
                but even more so,
                                                terrified of mine.

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