The Other Side of the Conversation

I stood in the entryway, and I told you he is gone.

I did that.

I know what happened when you left.

The reality of words.

I’ve been on the other side of the conversation.

It’s okay.

I cried too.

Not for him, but for you.


 

 

 

 

 

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