My words poured out onto your feet, they poured out to you.
You kept a hushed tone and no, you did not run.
But we walked away,
simultaneously knowing this was for the best.
For the best reason we are not yet aware of,
but it's coming,
just as this new season is briskly beginning to chill our skin.
And underneath these goosebumps,
we are stitched with the shredding string that tied us together.
But it was not nearly strong enough,
and we fell apart like a worn sweater.
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