you

just writing your name
I start to cry
alone
in the restaurant

this joyful
beautiful man
plucked from my life

quickly
effortlessly
the bandaid ripped off.

I want to love him more
I want to save him from himself

I want us to be free birds together

the bandaid is ripped off
and the sting
remains

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