Ghostly whispers
Where green shines
A light forward
But…it is not
The right time for that path.
I’m sorry…I made promises to keep,
And the scars are deep,
I know.
You said it was small
But I had to
Stitch myself, my heart
Back together…
I would never want that
For anyone else
No, not even her.
It hurt too much,
Ah, but, transformation
Has deaths of many kinds,
Even little deaths
Are transformative lightning
To me.
I am made of long words
And ring bearers
I cannot touch
With an open heart
What does not belong to me.
Flattery gets you everywhere
Except happy.
Now is not the time
But was it ever?
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