Atthis has gone for good this time
I’m sure
I want to die
She left me in floods of tears
sobbing
Sappho, I feel like such a bitch
but I’ve got to go
Go if you want to
I replied
but think of me
remember me
because you know
how much I’ve loved you
will always love you
the joys we’ve shared together
the flowers you brought me
wove round my neck
& in my hair
languid, perfumed
on the couch
when you took away my appetite
for food
Friday
Atthis
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