My heart cannot hold space.
For the weight of a person running away. For the vision of a love lost.
Or that summers day where it rained,
relentlessly.
My heart has no time for such memory.
Heart ache was removed from feeling, and a feeling became sentimental.
'Hold onto what hurt you so you remember how the wounds took shape.'
Hands in broken glass as you invision the face of the past.
It doesnt hurt.
The pain is sentimental.
Been with you so long engraved in your mental.
You dont need it anymore.
Or want it at that.
You have simply become attached.
Youre simply just attached.
Something says.
The time is now.
To let the old things go.
Our souls, they know spring.
Our minds, will they follow?
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