Memories can still be triggered

By the simplest of subtle things

A scent, sudden chill or reflection

I still loved you even after you left

But- those feelings, no longer live

Nor do they steal me as they once did

I packed them up, moved them out

Resigned to the facts as they were

Opening my doors and windows

Changing my stale curtains to sheers

For fresher air and my full future

Making room for life, maybe love

To be accepted as enough… by someone

Poet of the Light © 2020


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