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I felt the tremor of your presence,

like distant thunder rolling near,

the weight of your shadow on my doorstep,

a storm I knew would soon appear.

I braced myself for lightning strikes,

for tempests wild and fierce,

but when you crossed the threshold,

my defenses fell, pierced.  

We sat in silence, worlds apart,

though only a table lay between,

I hurled my fury like jagged stones,

but you remained, serene.

And when the dust of battle settled,

you were still there, unscarred,

your quiet gaze a mirror

to the wounds I’d long ignored.  

You returned, a moth to flame,

with whispers of amends,

but I’ve danced this dance before,

know how the story ends.

Yet still, I let you linger,

a ghost I can’t release,

for in the chaos you create,

I find a twisted peace.  

Let me list the ways you’ve failed:

your hollow vows, your fleeting touch,

the promises that crumbled,

the lies I’ve loved too much.

But oh, the way you linger

in the corners of my mind,

a shadow I can’t banish,

a light I cannot find.  

I dream of open highways,

of wind against my skin,

of leaving all behind us,

of starting fresh again.

But you’re a chain, not wings,

a weight I cannot shed,

and still, I cling to fragments

of the dreams we left for dead.  

You’ve spun your web of half-truths,

entangled me in doubt,

but I’ve learned to find my footing

in the darkness you bring about.

So come, before the dawn breaks,

before I lose my nerve,

I’ll leave the past in ashes,

and claim the life I deserve.  

For I am more than echoes

of the pain you’ve carved in me,

and though you’ve been my ruin,

you’ve also set me free.

I hear the distant rumble,

your memory drawing near,

but this time, I won’t answer—

I’ve found my solace here.