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

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it is not what you asked for.

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your simple request,

                I know,

                     is shrouded by the way we think.

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Both of us guilty

                of too many thoughts

                and too few honest descriptors.

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I am sensitive to your fragility

                but even more so,

                                                terrified of mine.

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