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| Dear Jon, |
Though I did nothing wrong per se,
she couldn't deal with my complexities
and our status changed
with a mouse click
as she cancelled our scene
with an email and a sigh
she turned her phone off
walked around in a daze
thinking too much
not thinking at all
convinced she was right
but not sure why
highly conflicted
about being conflicted.
He was shocked at the turn
watching with horror
the threads of his web
snapping in cascade
as he stared, helpless
while his Rome burned.
sad beyond words
angry at his impotence against the inertia
carried by the sudden rogue wave
of unexpected unwanted change
with ruthless inevitability
life was fucked right up
once again
once again
not again
not again
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