The Game

The memories reply over and over in my head

Your laughter intermingled with mine

And mine with yours

Running and squealing

Joking and Jumping

But all of it isn’t real.

You joke around and act

Like I mak something to you

Someone to you

But the reality of this is that

It is all a game

A cruel, Heart wrenching game

That you have no idea you’re taking part in

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