I can't remember when it started,
or how it started or even why.
But it is now too obvious to remain oblivious,
or to even stay in denial.
'It' has been shaken, not stirred.
Shaken.
The space between us is filled
with cold air and awkwardness.
This was not what I foresaw.
This was not what I expected.
This was not what I intended.
But this is perhaps the final straw,
for it is time for me to quit hoping and just
...let go.
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