When you opened your mouth,
speaking just above the sound
of the fountain crashing in the background.
It was loud.
Too loud to speak,
but not loud enough
to cover up the sound
of you not wanting me
Not loud enough to cover
the heat in my cheeks,
My public rejection,
My public solitude.
It was only just loud enough
to leave the ringing in my ears
For years and years
and years.
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