it’ll hurt
the final look
as i walk out the door.
the final smile
as i think about you
and the memories.
the final hug
as i hold on just long enough,
hoping you notice
my shaking.
the final tear
as i let go
in the silence of my own,
my only company
the blade.
the final goodbye
as i close my eyes
to the peace i have been seeking.
it’ll hurt,
but you’ll forget.
i understand.
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