Enemies
Looking at your retreating back
became so exhausting.
When time stood still,
it was painful to advance.
Your absence became a heavy burden.
— Catloverr
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Looking at your retreating back
became so exhausting.
When time stood still,
it was painful to advance.
Your absence became a heavy burden.
— Catloverr
Want to read even more poetry?