No Love Lost

 

Walking out with nothing

but the clothes on my back,

starting from scratch,

 

and I could finally breathe.

 

The March air was crisp 

and fireflies lit up the sky

 

like no starry night I had ever seen.

 

When the sun rose, 

I could finally feel the light;

warmth of freedom

upon my face

in the mirror, seeing beauty

through eyes that did not hate.

 

Silence was never so sweet;

 

rain never so soft

and cleansing

as when I washed my hands

of you.

 

 

 

~

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