Love Is Hard

The telephone rings

I know who it is

My bags are always packed.

Im leaving again.

Love comes second place.

Im alone

In a lonely world.

The cab arrives

I leave

Always glancing back.

Will i return.

I can’t expect love

I switch my emotions to neutral

I am focused.

Love takes second place.

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