maybe we don't talk
about it for once.
let it leave us this time
without dissection or closure
or the deceptive comfort
of hearing just how everyone feels.
move on without
the overwrought analysis
of our obviously shared behaviors.
leave the questions unasked,
the tall texts unanswered.
this endless exchange,
words pouring from one
device into a not so distant other,
what is lost, gained
and aren't we so tired -
out necks bent to respond
to the ever incoming.
maybe this wound
will only ever heal if
we just leave it
the fuck alone.
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