when i met you, i said goodbye.
it was a process but your soft embrace opened the doors to me.
opened the doors to be closed to the rest.
we are morphous small creatures.
we melted together and then apart.

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i have been thinking about memorials a lot recently. the endings of eras. the constitutions of hearts and heartbreaks.
a memorial to the closeness once felt with family.
a memorial of a love that was once so strong.

i have already said goodbye to my heart— buried it under raw, cold ground.
it’s ****** pumps slowing down and spurting mellifluously. sweet waif of a heart.
i have already said goodbye to my heart.
but i can’t seem to say goodbye to you.

(are we done//am i done for)