Three-Chord Reply

Three-Chord Reply

I'm through with all your lovelorn angst,
your 'if you leave me now&;#8230;' lies. If I leave

your heart will not stop, you will not die.
I am not the length of you, nor the breadth

of you, I never was the depth of you.
I'm not your end, was not your start,

I don't want to be the biggest part
of you. Look, get this into your pretty head,

there's someone else that thrills my blood,
she said. I don't lie, was my three-chord reply.

This poem ends with the sigh of a closing door
and the heartbeat of footsteps slowly fading,

fading,
fading,

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