Opal Remmington,

never let me go.

You said you loved us both

but how is that the truth?

I bought you those lovely yellow tulips

whilst he only made you coffee,

I bet he doesn't know you have a sweet tooth for toffee...


I've saved your lock of hair

but that doesn't mean this is fair.

You're letting me go

aren't you

aren't you?


my writing terrifies me


just like your choices.

What about us?

Dare I say 'my opal',

when it sounds foreign on my tongue?

It really really stung when you flung my ring on the table.

Maybe one day we'll be able

to forget this


and start over.

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