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We sit across from each other
in our favorite diner.

It’s bustling with energy,
but we sit in silence.

There is nothing more to say.

Although only a small table
separates us,
it might as well be a gulf.

You’ve become so distant
that I don’t know you anymore.

You’re a stranger
staring at me waiting for me
to cross this chasm.

I can’t even begin to
break through to you.

All I can say is
I’m sorry for inviting you here;
I’m sorry for everything.

I pay my half and walk out
of your life, for good.