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by Joanne Marisa Leow
How can it be

        even in the wildest of your dreams

that loving me

        makes you consider

                (even for the briefest moment)

        leaving her

(after six years for six weeks)

i cannot believe that.

and although i delude myself

        into sharing intimate moments

                        with you,

       (phones ring)

                      i realise


        are not mine at all to share

              not mine at all

and as loving is not wanting

        (or trying not to)

in your eyes

i am far from wise

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