And sometimes,
when The Hurting is not tangible enough
& I am not done letting Sorrow
pick at my bones
I will reread conversations from before
That Relationship fell apart
& scroll through old photos
from before the Third Attempt
& Sadness will cradle me
in the dead space between late night & early morning
where the What Ifs & the Could Haves
track me down
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
And sometimes,
when The Hurting is not tangible enough
& I am not done letting Sorrow
pick at my bones
I will reread conversations from before
That Relationship fell apart
& scroll through old photos
from before the Third Attempt
& Sadness will cradle me
in the dead space between late night & early morning
where the What Ifs & the Could Haves
track me down
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