This Just In

 

Her sources tell her
this is over.
The little singing birdie
has gleefully shared too much
and she follows the notes
to crashing crescendo,
through the hollow hallways
of her own heart,
drives all previous
(precarious) hope
out with a bulldozer.
He can carry the drama
on his own, anyway.
She’s reached her limit.
All that’s left is the purchasing
of Kleenex
and ice cream,
and
the delivery
of certain hand gestures.

 

 

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