When love leaves,
it isn’t a soft rain—it’s a thunderclap,
splitting the sky,
leaving you standing in the middle of a field
with nothing but the echo of what should have been.
You become the broken branch,
quivering in the storm,
a kite lost without its string,
floating aimlessly,
a disconnected dream searching for home.
You forget who you were
before love wrapped itself around you,
tethering...
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