







She didn't want to go,
but she knew she couldn't stay.
How could she remain in a place
where her love had become
such an awful burden?





Memories linger between
the threads of my sweatshirt.
Glimpses of lilac-clothed moments
retained within the stitches of
a cotton-polyester blend.
Simple fabric now consoling me
from my mind's wanderings to you.




I am desperate,
grasping at straws.
Feverishly I reach,
clawing into the acrid air
attempting to salvage
anything I can.
Yet I come back empty.
My hands holding hard
onto absolutely nothing.
I don't want to admit it... But I was wrong. I was wrong to think I could remain emotionless... I was wrong to think I could keep my feelings completely buried and secure. I was wrong to believe that I would be able to feel absolutely nothing.
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