Dread is.

Dread is,

Lying in bed,

And looking away,

Not wanting to see her see me,

As she gets up and prepares to leave,

While knowing she shall be gone,

Soon.

 

Although it seems like an eternity,

I thought it would’ve taken,

Longer,

For her to be out of my life.

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