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La Divorce

In by Lara on October 12, 2010 at 1:19 pm

I would not take your hand,
so you asked her to take yours.
It was coarse and weathered
from some other life you’d led
unknown to me.
Still, the whisper of the band
you’d once given
was heavy and constant
perhaps eternal, as it was meant
in your ears.
But what does that mean anyway?
Eternal.
Something frail and insignificant
that you would think it
feasible
to sweep it aside like something
you found under the rug
instead of someone you found
in a bar years ago
who you couldn’t take your
eyes off of.
You could have said something.

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