For all the life
in me, I pray.
I heave and sigh
and wait.
To feel a little less.

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Maybe if we
finally fall apart,
the flames will
spare the ashes.

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Is time passing by too fast?
Or am I still stuck on a moment.

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I still remember that
moment, clear as day.
We were both putting
on our shoes and you
playfully tested me,
if I remembered your
phone number.
I guessed it right
and you smiled.
Funny how I haven’t
forgotten it still.

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When I can’t silence
my demons any longer,
they always seem to
whisper your name.

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Guess I’m still
sitting by the windowsill
watching sunsets with
your arms around me.
Or was it all just a dream?

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I have this thread,
lying around the house.
It’s come undone.
I’ve been meaning to
throw it away,
I have no use for it.
Every time I clean the room
I remind myself,
it’s time to pick this up,
it has no place in my home.
Maybe tomorrow
the wind will sweep away
what I held too close.

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Within everything
that is now undone,
lie fragments of beauty.
Each a cherished sliver,
of a once precious whole.

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We bloom
where the light
enters,
but it must first
break
cutting through
the dark.

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Maybe if I stop
picking at the scab,
this wound will finally heal.
Except,
I don’t know how to,
it’s the only way
all this pain feels real.

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