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He apologizes, though his words may not count.
His hand reaches for hers but she pulls away.
What causes this anguish from sworn off love.
The things that held us together no longer matter.
I guess you can say I love him, poetic love writer.
And that someday our lives will unfold, to the shattering truth of things left unsaid.
Is it better to ask or to keep quiet?
Knowing that in doubt you do knows lies of defeat.
But as he stares in your eyes and says it...will you know?