• Hannah Flowers

it is so freeing,

not to miss you anymore.

yes, you remain within memories

but each glass that touches my lips

furthers your kiss from my mind.

the moments i would ache for,

your fingers drawing circles

on my arms whilst you held me,

now illicit no more emotion than

a dried pool of blood on the pavement.

a wince, perhaps, but still i go on.

you had me in a constant dream state,

ignoring my blessings,

gazing out the window in hopes

that you would happen to walk by.

the moment i took a look inside

i realized, i have everything i need.

you were never a necessity.

i would rather a full night’s sleep

than share sheets with a ghost

i hope you find your peace.

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