I want to first thank my heart,
For letting go

And second, my hands
For growing tired
of tirelessly reciting memories of you

I’ve long grown quiet
My heart
no longer sings for you,
my pen
no longer bleeds
for you.

missing you was
the bloodstream
of my words,
the echo
of my heart’s song.

Though I am at a loss for words,
I have learned to listen close.