so I tried to, too,
but how do you move
forward
when you're at the end
of the road?
There's no turn,
no detour,
no path carved
out
letting me know
I can be found
again.
Am I lost
or hiding?
Even I don't know.
But the solitude
gives me
more than you
ever did
and that's enough,
isn't it?
No.
It's more.
It's everything.
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