Not sure if this is a poem or just me thinking out loud.

She said to me

It hurts.
A lot.
What does? I asks.
It’s nothing.
How can it be nothing when you look hurt?

You don’t know.
Don’t know what?
Nothing.
It’s a long story.
I’m all ears.

Don’t know where to start because there’s no beginning.
It happened in a whiff and before the dust settled, it was over.
What happened and what was over?

It has no name.
It wasn’t given a label.
“That was a red flag for sure.” I thought.
But I stubbornly kept hoping it was just a step of caution.
How naïve I was.

Thats not naive, I said

Sometimes people can’t love you and it has nothing to do with you

And silence filled in

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