He held her close and
Promised to never let go
She smiled and thought
This may be it
But then he’d get mad
And tell her to leave
Just to call her back
To make more promises
But the promises became vague
Soon she’d cry all the time
And he won’t call her back
Because he knows what he’d done
She’ll take her things and
he’ll watch her leave
And his final thought?
This may be it.
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