When
we were woken
Our
eyes still stung with sleep
We
didn’t understand
What
was happening
We
could still smell the candyfloss
From
the fairground in our dreams
And
the cold morning light
Shook
our systems awake
The
man we both adored
Stood
before us
Crying
softly
Holding
a suitcase
“I’m
leaving” he said
And
in that moment
A
part of me broke
And
the room swam with pain.
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