it was worse when
things were better
when you would come
home from school and
she’d be sitting there
on the couch on our big
orange couch by the window
and you’d stand there and she
would smile and reach out her arms
but you did not want to go over you did
not want to have to hug her again and begin
it all again the faking of it all all over again
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