I closed my eyes and asked why it hurts.
A year it has been that I was quiet -- no tears falling from my eyes down to my chest, no screaming, not even cussing your name.
I have been living life away from you, been trying to use the wings I had. Ive been trying to fly, trying to wander around, trying to find the self that I lost after we took different paths.
And I met people, Ive seen new places, I realized the world is so much bigger than the home we settled with for years.
I closed my eyes. I know for myself that I don't have to fool my own heart; I know why it hurts.
For after I flew, I found myself coming back to you; found myself coming back to our home.
Home that is now covered with dusts and webs, thick and cold.
I closed my eyes and sat on the floor where you left our memories scattered.
broken frames, ripped clothes and bottles of beers.
I closed my eyes and whispered to myself,
"My love, please fly higher than I did"
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