There's no point in
Making your bed
Your duvet and your pillow
Hibernating
At the bottom
Of the closet
Last remnants of your
Presence
Last remnants of your
Absence
Breaking me
Healing me
Haunting me
Saving me
Burning me
Freezing me
Until I learn
To let go
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A well crafted poetic expression.......10+++