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Final Fairwell
Barbara Stelle
I was cleaning out my bookcase
Like I once cleaned out my heart.
I came across your picture.
It caused memories to start.
Memories, not feelings.
For you, my heart's asleep.
The giant fist that clutched it once
Released the hurt, so deep.
It's been a while since then.
I'm over you now.
I had to learn how to trust again.
I had forgotten how.
I'll place your picture back in place
Between the pages of my mind
And forever leave you were you left me
So very far behind.