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No spring chicken

I’m no spring chicken
so I know how this’ll go
 
the untwining of lives
until We
are just him
and me
 
not Us
 
kitchen cuddles
gone
 
surprise morning sex
gone
 
that awareness of each other in the room
when we’re out
gone
 
the small things have started to matter
“it’s your turn to cook”
“I paid for dinner last time”
“why do you always wear that”
they tell the story that’s coming
plain as day
 
love is leaving
 
somehow infidelity would be cleaner
 
when we were young
we thought love
died like Romeo and Juliet
with vials of poison
and cruel fate
and all that
nonsense
 
but no

love dies
with honesty about shit
you used to
lie about
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