Bound
South Station
morning after
exile across
two states.
Acceptabe
neutral zones
either here or
my new bedroom
enjoying microwave
care packages
from parents
mashed twins.
Se me segue
into seizure
when you say
we should date again.
You put ex
in exile
turn up sad roots
soiled plants.
Never again
no matter how many
stoops below wist
kneeling to nostalgia
Only time
cowardice
to moving forward
saved me more deaths.
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