206 – Post-mortem

It’s not a breakup,
We were already broken.

Too much bliss,
Too soon.
Too little effort,
Too late.

You never really loved me…
That’s not true.

We both loved
An idea,
A frozen moment
From other time.

It was never fake,
It just lost reality.

Too little attention
For something
We already gave
For granted.

A feral love untended,
Like a forgotten garden.

Without the effort
To make it grow together,
We simply grew apart.

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