there is a hand squeezing my heart
tight slow like it knows every part of me
holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind
the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes
it does not let go
even when i try to breathe
it reminds me of what will never be the same
what will slip through my fingers like sand
and i carry it with me
a weight both sharp and familiar
a quiet ache beneath my ribs
that tells me i am not just moving forward
but carrying everything i’m afraid to lose
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