things I have been thinking about

Noon

Why has the ending happened now,
in the beginning,
and we haven't even had our first fight,
as in THE fight - over the resources,
the struggle over what we could have kept together.
She's as beautiful as the fading moon,
alone,
as in us soon.
She's as sorrowful as a martini at noon.




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