Breaking Up
It began with optimism
Almost intimate
Almost complete
Almost peaceful
It wasn't enough...
Losing out on love
is sort of like
missing a layered sunset
All rosy and violet
We almost caught it
But, it had faded to dusk
And it was lost in the long,
cold dead of night
It was over
Eyes burn with memory
Heavy and wet like dew laden grass
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