She walked away,
maybe again,
once again.
Leaving me
wondering, what could be,
what could have been.
This time though,
maybe again,
I pushed her away.
Not that, she needed
an excuse or a prodding.
Just smiled
at my folly as if
to say, you're giving
yourself an excuse
to blame it all on me.
As always.
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