when I stopped longing for you
my heart took on a steady rhythm
a shuffling background noise

when I stopped thinking of you
my dreams fell into well-made plans
laid in an easy path to walk

when I stopped imagining you
a colourless picture appeared
blemishes sharp and clear

as I stop hanging on to you
my words dangle in loose threads
a half-formed tale unwoven


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