• Hannah Flowers

The end of us was the death of me

Of the person I was when I met you

And perhaps she had to die

To make way for someone new

But still, in my lonely hours

I mourn for her

I say I wait for you, while instead

Anticipating her return

It’s all the same

Lie deep within a frostbitten grave

But in my hours of wake

The woman I am now,

Like a vision in a smoky mirror

Confident and kind and gentle

And I see the situation clearer

Divine justice guarantees your return

But my judgement ages like wine

And if you offered our return

I love myself enough now to decline

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