Midnight Dance

He loved her, there's no question of that.
I tried to pretend otherwise, tried not to notice
the light dancing in his eyes every time
he had occasion to talk about her

I told myself that true love grew
among the details of a life lived purposefully
careful not to rub salt in any of the wounds
especially after he left me to look after those details
and went dancing into the starry midnight with her

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