Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

Counting

I got good at maths,

since we last spoke. Counting weeks,

since you gave a fuck.

I remember love,

how it fell through my fingers,

at another’s hand.

Am I clear enough?

Or am I counting goodbyes,

that wanted to stay?

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