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Goodbye Letters
A Poem
i wrote another letter
just to see what else had changed
between the tumult of the past
and the sunrise of today.
i think of you
and life’s puzzle pieces —
but there’s no point now
because the picture’s changed.
my thoughts stutter
on loop after loop after loop,
and i almost wish
i could take back all the words.
my heartbeat was poetry,
sighs through stanza after stanza,
but all the melancholy built up
like floods chasing floods.
but i don’t regret it —
because the frisson became
a catalyst, a fuse, a spark
to help me move on.
the last one to hold my heart
left every question vague,
every gift without comment,
every hope hanging on a string.
yesterday, i still pined for him.
yesterday, i still held onto him.
yesterday, i still dreamed of him.
but today i can think of him without hurt.
