Spent the morning with another, who was looking
For other than me. Went...why? Curious. But little else
Nice enough person
Spent the afternoon neatening my house, better use,
To be on my own. My own, mine, I willingly learn
To own alone.
To allow the time past is a breath of heartbreak lengthened
Through hurt to hallowed moments serene, to walk the field paths
Under the sunset.
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