In the wreckage of my heart, a quiet sigh,
September whispered our final goodbye.
As 2024 emerged,
January's plea,
A call to move
on, to set my spirit free.
On my birthday, as I turn a year old in shadows strong,
I believed
resilience in me belonged.
See my heart
just sank, before your grin,
My strength did
fold, a melting surrender to a story untold.
Again a question
arose- shall we weave anew, give all we possess,
Or linger as
strangers, in silence confess?
No greetings
exchanged, no trollish brim,
A crossroads of
hearts, emotions dim.
- Jan.19.024
[Can I ask you something, do you really LOVE me?]
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