where love is held.

The ones we say goodbye to 

Are the ones who never leave us. 

The presence stays 

Long after physical remnants have decayed. 

For a short while 

We convince ourselves 

Our hearts no longer beats 

For the one who broke it 

But after some time has passed 

We look down into the lies 

We tell ourselves at night 

and find irrefutable light 

Shining on the very truth

That we are always indebted to 

the thieves who broke into our rib cage 

Shattered the bones 

In the middle of the night 

And stole into the night 

With the place where love is held. 

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