It hurts.
Like someone leaving the knife stuck inside,
Wiping the fingerprints, a clean getaway.
To erase you from my life, with the click of the door.
The long walk from my arms to the hallways end.
Coat wrapped, head down, with tears in your eyes.
Regret with the bitter taste of a mistake you hope wasn’t in vain,
Or as fatal as the hole
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