Leaving No Breadcrumbs Behind
A poem
A poem
And then one day
I stopped looking for him
Out in the wide world
Stopped needing his presence
To be somewhere
Even if it was never with me
Stopped feeling the thrum of his blood
In his veins and the insistent
Pounding of a guarded heart
One day, I made peace with the past
Stopped falling down rabbit holes
Of memories that maybe only …
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