Move

travis-bozeman-396018-unsplashWhen you broke my heart

It wasn’t you who broke it

I had to give permission

All the days leading up to that fall

And the nightmares moving behind my eyes like greyscale film

In someways I’d always ended at this sharpened point

I did this to myself

It took that finality to break me apart

I held the chisel to ice

A distant memory of two people filled with joy

Was like a sore on my skin unable to heal

But I want to close my torn chest of its gape

Not see the stain of you separating me from the strength that comes from letting go

I know in time you won’t be a memory

Or even a regret

You’ll be the nothing I wish you’d always been

A cool blank space where all potential pain

Dissolves as salt on snow will leave barely trace

I don’t even wish you didn’t exist

I want to stop wishing for anything in your name

You’ve been a rot in my soul too long

It’s time to move on

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Make whole

dance-death-girls-favim-com-206302Temporary

Wrists turned 30 degrees

Pushing wharped wood

Make whole

That which has retained

Only a faint salt outline

Your chin lowered

Hand curled

Scarred table top

A drink

Coarsing liquid fire

Tremolously their bones

Knit in shape

Prepared for

The buried beckon

Of sleep