that poem that i did sometime today

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Departing
hands unravaling
lips parted
brushes of breath
bodies moving in diffrent directions
the door is open
body shaking
the deed is done
a heart is breaking
a flick of the wrist
a sigh of a sentence
the door is closing
one body is gone
the other stares from the window
laughing at his words
not sure if the choice is right
the other wanders the streets
searching for familiar lights of home
body still shaking
but not from pleasure but from weakness
emotional, physical
she isnt strong enough
not for this situation
atleast that is what she thinks
but if she wants to be with him
this departure...
will be common