Breathe Out

I always wonder why memories produce pain.
A dagger swimming to my deepest vein.
I don’t miss you, nor will I ever ” is a lie.
But this need to move on, I cannot deny.

We once shared stories, not skipping a thing.
Talked about life, dreams, almost everything.
Leaving no trace of you, I thought I’m okay.
But, no I wasn’t, after seeing you yesterday.

Who’s to blame is not anymore the question.
Nor I am begging for a slice of your attention.
You see, I have tons of papers piled up in my table.
But you’re filling up my mind, how will I be able?

I know I can do nothing with this poor situation.
But to accept and move on to the right direction.
Entrusting the broken pieces of my heart to the Creator.
I breathed out, uttered a prayer and grabbed my paper.

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