I named my cats after us,
Only then could I say your name aloud.
Your name, once a trigger of pain,
Now echoes through the house.
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Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
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I named my cats after us,
Only then could I say your name aloud.
Your name, once a trigger of pain,
Now echoes through the house.
