And yet, he will not love me that much.
He will not love me so much as he said.
He will not keep his words to himself forever.
He will not long for me so much longer.
He will not miss me more now than before.
Despite what he thinks (and says),
He will not be much sadder.
Already he loves me less.
From Goodbye Songs & Thank-you Notes: Other Endings (or 'Learning to Loose'); written between 1993 and 1998
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