It’s starting to come back to me. This tenderness I deserted when I decided to leave.

I’m feeling the softness in your eyes again and I wonder if I took it with me when I left.

If I threw it out the window with mine as I chopped off the head of every memory we’d had together.

Fury. It often gets the better of me.


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