bittersweet relief
from abandoned expectations
the kinds he didn't want to hear
well fine
i'll take them back
and wear them under my hat
today
under rain clouds
that i know are here to stay
they've been here all along
they are the only things that stay
with me
here they are in ireland
and here they are in france
i found them underneath my pillow
they hover as i dance
through the fog i hear him mutter
something so apologetic
but it's hushed in here
no need to hear
the excuses he has to offer
because i really just can't bother
with that today
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