The Fact
by poetreearborist
It was the broken car, smashed against the light post
And the dark green jacket half pulled through the window
And the dimness of the winter day, causing all to list into unrealness
And seeing myself outside myself, like some minor character in a black and white movie
That caused my introspection
And the detached acceptance of the fact, that I will never love him
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