xiv. FOOL.
and i fall,
i scrape my knees on the pavement below me, begging you to stay.
maybe i'm a fool for not realizing you were already gone long before
you said goodbye.
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Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
xiv. fool.
xiv. FOOL.
and i fall,
i scrape my knees on the pavement below me, begging you to stay.
maybe i'm a fool for not realizing you were already gone long before
you said goodbye.