I narrowed my vision, blurred my peripherals.
Carried my legs forward with so much attitude to show you I was better without you.
Not even acknowledging you.
I strutted by with so much confidence only to be betrayed by my nose lingering, yearning for your smell
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
