No speaking, no elaboration
These momentary awkward pauses
At the ends of conversations
Leave me feeling
.
.
Just a little bit more empty
Than a mere few moments ago
I hope you're paying attention
When I do let you know
I really hope you're taking me seriously
I watch you turn to go
I watch one tear chase another to the floor
"Wait. They don't love you like I love you."
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