In Detail

When I unpick the thread
Woven around our time together,
I see the imperfections.
I expose each falling smile;
Each rolling tear.
Quite simply,
How awful you were.
Let’s not be poetic.
You made me unhappy.
But,
How comforting it is
To be here now,
Free of you;
Sparing the detail.

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