The road is open.
You're still in my heart.
The metaphysical treasure chest.
I cannot protest that I will not miss you.
You've completely filled it with gold coins.
I must keep my hands on the steering wheel.
Eyes on the road.
Mirrors to the past, ten and two.
I must keep going.
Flowing.
Boat in the water.
I have to keep going farther.
Cause who's gonna steer but me?
Don't know where this path will lead.
But I must proceed.
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Stages of Grief: Lovesickness (A collection of freeverse poetry)
PoesiaTerrible freeverse poetry on lovesickness