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Near the hut, deep in the forest’s hush, is where I buried those burned pages I chose the tallest, greenest tree I could find — its branches bowed over a quiet meadow, bathed in silver and soaked in moonlight.
Pieces of everything that I stole along with my battered heart were there Memories lay scattered like sand spilling from a shattered hourglass.
Would it be alright, if I walked away now — without so much goodbye because words had failed, left unspoken meant to be forgotten
And though I ache to remain, to dissolve in the moonlight, to be cradled by the wild scent of grass...
There was never a place for me to stay.
-by I.ris
I wrote this piece on January. That day, I had to let go something important to me. I had to accept that things that were not meant to be will never stay anyway. So, I left my broken heart with this piece of poem, and let the show goes on.
Thank you for reading.