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The April Fools
She was found, backward. He saw she had been waiting, For him.
Often they stoop jittering like children, Cold. Who sat shaking from a salty swim in A Cornish June.
Sometimes she forgot they had ropes And ties And hidden faces The tug of war of you and me.
Sometimes he remembered the expectations, The quickness of it caught them The sudden understanding It could be us.
He hummed goodbyes She hung her head There was a dryness in The regret in things said and unsaid.
She left him.
And whilst waiting for the tube. She stood against the edge.
He didn’t know where she had gone So they parted ways instead.