Light is breaking
Breaking apart the shadows and secrets
So I pack my bags
With photographs never taken
Memories never made
Words never spoken
Happiness never known
Clothing that smelled like you for mere moments
With one last look
At the bed where you slept
But never shared
I turn my back
Bags heavy in my hands
And walk into the breaking
thinking of you. this is beautiful. not sure how many parts sad, how many healing, but fairly confident there are many parts strong.
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