DONE

I want to be done with this
I write to be done with this
But in truth
I am not
I think of you incessantly
I see poems we wrote together
Your image still pervades my phone
You still live rent free
Occupying my spare moments
Consumed by rumination
I am at a loss
This relationship I thought profound
Born of recovery
Becoming a deep platonic bond
Decapitated by a text message
Leaving me no recourse
No chance to talk it out
No chance to repair harm
No chance to know
If what we had 
Could have been saved
So I cry
I try to let go
I try to release and move on
And I do find joy
I find purpose
There is so much more to my life
But this cleavage is pain
This is still a gaping wound
I trust that in time it will heal
Becoming a scar
But now I bleed
And I bleed alone

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–BYPO PHOENIX c)2026