Melancholy
Feeling sad, feeling more focusedFeeling The Big Goodbye
Although it was my wish
And this new freedom energizes me
The goodbye still manifests while I move forward
In missing what was good and briefly forgetting the bad
Survival is a mystery and genetically designed
My buoyancy always taking me to the surface, to take another breath
Goodbyes are sad. Like fresh flowers on their last days
Preserved on jpg and floating in the internet, like ghosts
I try to talk to my ghosts
I tell them it’s time to cross over
With a candle lit, I talk to spirits, calling a truce and asking for forgiveness
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legs too.