Letting Go
Today I came back to a hole
where a home had been
So I made a bed
of all the rubble
There is gravel
digging into my spine
ashes falling
into my eyes
They tell me to move
to go and build a home
somewhere new
as if they were telling me
it's a quarter past two..
Like it's obvious..
Like i'm a fool..
Like a hole is not a home...
But i can't forget when it was.
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