When love ends it doesn't have to be,
the exclamation marks of pregnant silences, broken photo frames, tears and 'all your crap is in the box at the door', to the left
the parenthesis of 'its not you, its me'
the question mark of 'what on earth just happened?'
the ellipses of runners who left the door open with none of the closure
the ampersand of I&J needing to undo and separate
When love ends, it can just simply be a period at the end of the story
Full stop.
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