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Poem about a heart breaking affair

Sometimes I wake and the tears are falling.

You ask me what is wrong and I ask for space.

The space to be free to deal with pain and anger.

The space to be me without rules and expectations.

But the space seems to grow because I seem to need more.

I run from your questions and reject your open arms.

Sooner rather than later I have more than enough space.

Because you tired of the cold shoulder and sought space

of your own in the arms of another.

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