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Leave her alone

to write down the words

thoughts keeping her company

that are loud enough

for this silence to be their conversation


You think you know best

giving advice to a girl

you see yourself as years ago

but she doesn't need you


She cries and laughs

sobbing mercilessly

with a cup of something to warm her

where the arms she mourns

is absent

and as cold as the dead


You can't save her life

it's possible as impossible

to try and make it better

easier for her


But you can leave her be

for when she does speak

listen and work to understand

the broken healing heart

that shatters day to day

and mends at night

by her own device.


-let me go

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