The Gift

Do you remember 
our special day
when I asked you
if you wanted more
and you said no,
but you didn't really mean it
and I didn't know?

Do you remember  
the night before Christmas
when I asked you
about me and you
and you said all was fine,
but you didn't really mean it
and I didn't know?

Well, I'll remember
the day before my birthday
when you told me you and I were done.
What kind of gift was that anyway? 

The End

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