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Footprints in the frosted sand,
Whispering secrets I can't withstand.
A hollow ring where laughter danced,
A melody of memories now entranced.
Rain on a window pane,
Blurring visions, easing pain.
I held too tight, now shadows roam,
But in letting go, she finds her own home.
In dreams you linger,
A haunting echo in this lonely space.
Perhaps the truest cruelty is letting you be,
A masterpiece I could never fully see.
So let me breathe, and let the river flow,
Release the hold, and watch the sky grow.
For in this torment, a pleasure I confess,
To watch you crumble, utterly possessed.
