First Heartbreak

My bed is the most comfortable prison
The view outside the window reflects the turmoil within
The Polaroids are stuffed in a box that’s hidden from sight and memory

I will grieve
For us
For you
For myself
And in the distance
In the time
In the space
I will heal and I will forgive and I will create

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