Lovers to Friends (a poem)

Apparently being trans has unlocked a dormant poetry gene. My grandfather was a poet, and so was my mum. This one came to me while I was out walking earlier, so I wrote it down as soon as I got home so I wouldn’t forget it.
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Lovers to Friends
I spend my days writing about love
While my own life is a story no romance reader would buy
A tale of lovers to friends
A slow, careful untangling of lives entwined
A sifting through to salvage what remains, while quietly mourning what is lost
It isn’t painless, but it’s gentle
Hearts bruised rather than broken…
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