acceptance

long after you’re gone,
your scent remained
sewn into the fabric of my pillow.
and every breathe i take
i inhaled your presence that wasn’t there.

long after we’re done,
your voice rang in my ear
magnified by the silence of this home.
and every squeaking of the door
i’ve waited for the footsteps that never came.

long after we’ve tried
the warmness of your touch prevailed
unthreathened,
by the coldness of the lies.

long after you’ve left
the memories awoke,
to the reality that is-

we’ve tried. we’re done. you’re gone.
but life goes on.

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