This is my response to prompt #13, original form. Sorry to exhaust the same subject. I thought about the last year or so, thought of 12 hours, 12 months. And so.
No one saw it coming.
One day, we just knew, the
two of us were through.
Three months of suspended silence.
Fortitude didn't cash in.
Five weeks of questions.
Six years of ripping at seams.
Seven times seven, forgiveness
Ate at my soul.
Nine friends fell by the wayside.
Ten months until I felt well.
Eleventh hour snuck up on me.
Twelve miles of broken promises.
Lesson learned? Time heals all, and wounds will out.
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