She speaks as if she’s perfect – he never disagrees.
The absurdity of her actions seeps into his void with a transcending grief.
He tolerates the anguish for he loves her deeply.
And though he cries himself to sleep, he never left her side.
Senselessly enamored to his cause of dejection.
His dreary sighs are inaudible – yet lingering and present.
He keeps them to himself.
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