Is this Goodbye?

Why do grievances rest within a creeping silhouette?

In time, I know, it’s me you’ll come to forget.

The burn of summer’s heated argument, and the lie of a lover’s true scent

I sense drifting between here and now, and yours and mine.

Caught up in this moment, our love story is coming untwinned.

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