Lesson

I got over you. Leave me a wound.
To heal? Hardly...And you,
when you feel I'm gone,
re-read me. I was born in verse.


I know, it wasn't a typical separation,
I didn't even reach out---
for a hug. I wanted you, the whole.
Maybe it didn't happen? Rusty key!


They say, the birds often return.
And just sing. I am a sparrow.
They often invite me to a meeting.
I'm not going, that then I'm bad.


For guilt...Who cares?
Is it me or you...does it matter?
I dreamed of love, not bloated.
She, the soul, does not sleep...in bed.


It was nice, yes, it was passionate.
Will I remember you as I said...with good memories?
To love is a wonderful thing.
But don't expect from your ex...a letter, even.


For now, I'm breathing again, but it's hard.
But I stopped crying...at least.
And thanks for the wisdom lesson.
Beautiful---the rose, also the stings...

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