Yesterday, I looked at a picture of us,
and missed the way your arms felt around me.
the way your breath tickled my neck
when you hugged me from behind,
secrets kissed against
the curve of my shoulder.
Today, I realized that I don't miss you.
I miss being happy, and you are simply a face
in all my good memories. You have left
a hole where my heart was, though
it is not you I miss, but my heart.
Tomorrow, I will rise from bed
and my hands will not shake when
I realize you are not here.
There is scar tissue on my chest,
but I will not pick at it.
Instead it will heal, and some days
it may still bleed, but at least I will know
that I have reclaimed the hollow in
my chest where my heart once was.
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