How feelings got across then,
Silently without a word being told?
Now many words died untold,
When the relationship became old.
You coyly cribbed that I was not man enough,
As I was too delicate with you and not desirably rough,
Now you see me as a caveman,
As if I flung you to the floor and used as a rug.
The difference is love,
The presence and absence of it.
Closing the space between us then,
And now distancing it.
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Jay Jagdev | 7th February 2024
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