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Soft wisps of autumn wind around me
A memorial bench - I sit
Three birds, beautiful in the iridescent sky
This nature, all surreal.

We know this of the beauty in the world
Never forged
Never pretending
And wonders as angelic as they present themselves to be.

Oh but him...

A maskless face, hidden in plain sight; the truth
Truth of how he'll never love me, leave her, or regret.

Three hundred and sixty five days later
One thousand miles in between
My closure is lost in the wind.

To which I reply:
Eyes closed,
Spirits high

Soft wisps of autumn wind around me,
I forgive you.

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