Every day I feel a little less
For you
I hurt a little less
For you
The gape that you left has been
Filled in
The absence of your touch
Forgotten.
The memories become a bit more blurred
I become a little stronger
A little more independent.
To think there was a time when I thought of nothing but you.
What a waste of my time.
I look at photographs of you, of your happiness and feel content... or not content, but clear.
Clear of my feelings, clear of the hurt, clear of the jealousy.
I feel clear to love myself without you
I feel indifferent towards you
A passerby on the street
A reflection in a window
A vague inkling of a moment
Oh, to be finally free.
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