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I remember the night you cried,
the night you thought I died,
and how you begged me
to give it all up and go into teaching.
The nights I didn't come home.
The times you chose to be alone.
I think we both forgot
that each of us carried
a different burden
and had simply
worn down under the weight
meant for more than two,
but each of us carrying it alone.
And I will always remember
how you walked pass me,
wouldn't look at me,
said you loved me,
and walked away.