People like me wait.
People like me let friends drift away.
People like me don’t answer her handwritten letter.

When it feels like crossing someone else’s line 
people like me start to say goodnight with our inside voice 
until people like me stop hearing it at all. 

People like me get used to the empty space of a king-sized bed.
People like me blame hope for dragging out the ache. 
People like me convince themselves they are strong enough to grow old.

They just wish it wasn’t going to happen alone. 

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