I did
not hear the door slam
When you
left me for my best friend
I was
lost in my painted
Kaleidoscope,
going round
My crazy
private carnival
Lit up
by the brilliance of us
That I built
up in my head
Swirling
magic, always aglow
You closed
that door too slowly
Maybe you
hoped I’d never know.
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