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Yes, I used to love it right there, that hollow space where I could hear the rhymthmic beatings that lulled me into a false sense of security. Yes, false, for now I am exposed and alone. Memories of words that slipped through my lips into your ear still haunt me. No stretch of time will change what has happened.
I now see only a ghost of the warm ardency I once esteemed. This new, brash temperament shows no likeness to the customs I had familiarized myself with.
And with each step, I know that I am saying goodbye, and that new days, new times, and new people are coming. There are days when I do not remember why we are here, instead of there. But there are now more days where I cannot remember why it meant so much. I am not angry anymore. I am finding companions. And I can say goodbye to this thorn of remembrance and replace it
with a spark of hope.
I now see only a ghost of the warm ardency I once esteemed. This new, brash temperament shows no likeness to the customs I had familiarized myself with.
And with each step, I know that I am saying goodbye, and that new days, new times, and new people are coming. There are days when I do not remember why we are here, instead of there. But there are now more days where I cannot remember why it meant so much. I am not angry anymore. I am finding companions. And I can say goodbye to this thorn of remembrance and replace it
with a spark of hope.