A letter to the past
Dear Me writing that was writing the 1st draft of this,
It was three years ago but it feels like yesterday
And that’s okay
Ended half a year ago
We both know you let go
But that which lingers
On the tip of your fingers
Something like rage
Carried on to your next page
It left us scarred
But not barred
From moving on
They are long gone
They weren’t the one
Your symphony has barely started
100 more years and we will be departed
But for today let us move on
And let our worries begone
Let the paranoia run away
Your heart will find a way
To heal itself and love anew
This poem is about:
Me
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