Space to breathe
Reasons to feel
He let the words loose
Not knowing if they would find a place to rest
The hurt hurt
Even when trying not to
The wounded remember more than anticipate
Lonely, he let the words go. The memory more alive than a tomorrow not yet lived
A moment he would grasp if only he could. The torment to reach for something he could not hold
The desire not to is surpassed by the willingness to want to
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