The last time..

The last time we’d met,

You’d vowed never to meet again.

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And left in a huff.

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The last we’d met,

You’d stormed across the ballroom,

And pulling me by an arm, dragged me to the street.

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The last we’d met,

You’d called me names.

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Names I’d never thought, you could use for me.

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I didn’t speak; I had nothing to say.

I silently accepted the names you called me.

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The last we’d met,

You’d told me if I ever tried to meet you,

I will find you dead.

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And here you are,

Here to meet me,

On your own.

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Your eyes closed; sleeping peacefully.

You refuse to open your eyes.

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I tried to tell you I was sorry.

That I didn’t mean to hurt you.

That it was just a one time thing.

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But you are a woman of your words;

My woman in uniform.

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I had forced myself to not look for you,

And when you did come to me, it was in a coffin.