Love only turns to hate because the heart is beating fast.
I ran into an old lover I cursed for years a few weeks back.
At first I just stared through her as I had done previously.
But something stopped me in my tracks.
I turned around and caught back up
Let her daughter squeeze my finger while we made idle chat
Idle, yet so important
Because as I walked away I felt something strange and new
Resentment off my shoulders
A regular old trip to the supermarket
Who knew?
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