back into safety with his.
away from vines of hurt and glaciers of disappointment.
could she forgive the distance etched into her soul from where she had been?
memories are shaken out with the rug, for fear of failing happiness now. one day, she promises herself, she will unfurl his smell. his sweatshirt lies tucked away in a bin, near enough to be forgotten.
sometimes she feels him, right within her breath, until the moment of connection passes.
she again counts again the sunrises until he might fill her soul again.
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