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I awoke early this morning
the house was beyond quiet
more like silent.
That's when I noticed
the letter on the table.

You told me our
time was over.
You needed space
to find yourself.

I burned your letter
in the ashtray
the one you never
let me use.
Then when it cooled
I ground the
ashes into dust.
staining my hands grey.

In the end
you left your mark
on my hands.
The letter destroyed
the anger released.
but I still cannot
remove you
from my heart

I see you in the music we loved
i hear your laugh
like wind-chimes in the wind
Sometimes from behind
I see you walking
in front of me.
But it is only someone
who has your figure

I pray to be able
to burn my
memories of you.
Like how I burned your letter.
Turn memories of you
to ash then grey dust.
to dissipate
in the next rainstorm.
never to be thought of again.
like you did with me
when you left.