maybe I was an afterthought,
an evanescent blue bubble.
sometimes, I’ll read over and over,
the confession that took months to write and rewrite.
maybe it didn’t mean anything to you.
that’s okay, I’m still here, without you, but still here.
Moving on, and learning to love myself the way I loved you.
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