You were never mine.
You gave yourself greedily in generous acts
that left nothing after but breath and damp,
and the wait for what's next
- which eventually,
not before long but after it, became nothing
but emptiness,
and too much to think of it.
As time stopped spooling out,
like a broken string
tied to a sky-lost kite, I realized
at last that you'll always be mine,
which you already knew.
(You were always
right.) You learned too fast,
considering all we had planned for you.
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