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Isolation

He went on to live
with women who made
him feel something I
could not, women
who know more about
broken than my tiny
remnants ever will.

I went on to live
with ghosts, forced
to chase his shadow.
Aching for a sign
that the end was near,
but there is no end.
Only the beginning
of a beginning
again and again.

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