Past

I can see their faces
Each individually
As different from one another
As they were from me
Linked together
By the pieces of my heart
left behind in battle.
And I remember each wound
Quick and unexpected
But slow to heal
I thought the world would end
It’s pieces crumbling down around me
But the Earth didn’t stop spinning
Not even for my broken heart
Nor did I crumble
And Nor will I
Because at some point in the future
Each of those faces will look back
And realize what they've left behind

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