I
sat in that chair
Waiting
for the morning to come
Another
night, wide awake
Thinking
of you
My
new night time routine
I
don’t want to give up the fight
But
you’re gone
Packed
all your things
Even
your mother’s clock
The
one item you’d never leave behind
The
finality of it in your hands
Spoke
volumes to me
Made
my mind finally open
You
were done
Walking
away was only a formality
You’d
clearly given it some thought
While
I must have ignored the signs
The
signs of a heart letting go
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