At Peace


I've come to terms
with death,
with the loss
of a stranger.


Though I loved you
as I should,
I don't know that
I loved you 
as you were.


The wounds you left
were deep;
the hurt in your wake
tore us apart.


It has taken years
to mend the brokenness,
to stitch the gaps
in our hearts. 


We are finally at peace
with how you treated us
long after your passing.

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