The Value of Your Words

January 25, 2020

Your words were pretty little trinkets.

"You're beautiful. I miss you. I love you."

Shiny, alluring.

I wanted to believe they were priceless

and only I could get them.

But when you left,

I saw that they

were made of nothing but dust.

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