The End of the Affair
When you talk to me
like I'm worthy of it
I'm the prettiest girl
in the whole fourth grade--
but then I remember
that tonight your wish
was to escape me.
When morning comes
you will leave again
and will I sit up in bed
remembering everything you said
and how it's no longer your problem
what, to me
your words have meant.
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