Cliche

This poem is a cliche,

Like all small revelations are.

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Today I learned

You can love

And not be together.

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It was nice to talk.

It is always nice to hear your voice,

Even though it hurts now.

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Today, we smiled, and it felt good

These tiny steps we take

To navigate the terrains we leaped over.

And I learned to appreciate another shade of

All that matters is love.

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Today, I knew I would love you, always

And that we would not be together

And that was okay. Today I smiled

I hope you did too.