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gn 7d
We shattered.

Not with screams
just silence.
Not by luck
just choice.

One that was everything,
But my own

Pieces everywhere,
Sharp edges I didn’t know how to hold.

I reach for something whole,
But all that’s left is fracture

Not even anger
just empty

Longing for what was

A space where we used to be.

That’s the hardest part,
Knowing it’s over.

But not feeling
as though it’s

done
This is the first time after 4 months I’ve been able to express how I feel and it’s really drawn me into poetry.

— The End —