I have talked about triggers–how
I’m trying to wade through them,
forgiving you for leaving–loving
you even more for not staying …
you knew how much you
could take, how no form
of fake air could save you.
I try to push through my
nights–try to get myself
ahead without a single tear.
I am unsuccessful in
my endeavors.
that doesn’t mean I
won’t keep trying.
I aim to breathe again
without the stifling pain
of remembrance.
I want to.
and so shall it be.

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