It's keeping an open mind,
when you can't keep an open heart.
It's always forgiving,
but never being able to forget.
It's remembering, that you loved someone so much,
you pushed them away, and deliberately at that,
all to keep a secret.
It's staring back at him,
over dinner,
after so long,
with a smile,
when all you want to do is cry.
Some things are better left
unsaid,
unheard,
unfelt,
unopened.
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