Weeks Notice

I've no interest in your care for love,
no interest in your life.
I don't care how you're feeling now,
not even that you're sad.
And stuff.
Can feel you cut out when She talk,
can feel the interrupt.
Can feel the walk away of our
minds like pistol shots--
we walk
--in a duel 'tween old friends who've gone
too long without the touch
of embraces regular and words
that make each of us blush.
It's such
the process, life, it's natural,
it's only normal, drab.
I've got some things…be getting on,
I'll leave, we're good enough
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