The Echo of Your Voice

My Broken Heart

I clung to the memory
of your breathing,
the exhale
of lost love.

Every tear
escaped through
a gasp trapped
I held in my palms.

I cherished the echo
of your voice,
the sound of
a heart breaking.

All these pieces
I kept in a jar
like a butterfly
with clipped wings.

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Awe. This is bittersweet.

Awe. This is bittersweet.

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