Leftovers

Do you remember

my face, my voice,

that I suffered in silence

and made my choice?

While you, in silence

stood wordlessly by

as I, rejected, with

tears in my eyes,

turned and

fled lest pain consume

and buried lust

heart dared not

exhume..

I fled and bled

and died inside.

Do you recall

at all

as I do

you?

CKP

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