the stranger that is my best friend

the stranger that is my best friend

The stranger that is my best friend sleeps

We have not talked in weeks

She sleeps where she has slept before

And it is different.

 

In April, I wrote her love songs.

In June, there’s only silence,

And the ceiling, unchanging, stares on.

Dirty

Dirty

Girls will be Girls

Girls will be Girls

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