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I scanned the room hoping to find,

A piece of me I left behind.

I found nothing but old boxes that were neatly stacked.

Fumbling through one I began to retract.

Remembering times, dates and places,

Rummaging through the photos, seeing familiar faces,

People I haven’t seen in too many years, as time past and we’ve grown.

I was thankful to have that moment alone.

I poured over letters I found tied with a ribbon.

Flashing back to the times those letters were written.

Reading them carefully, I started to reminisce

Wondering how I made it through this.

Made it through feeling as though I was insufficient,

All those times I talked and you wouldn’t listen.

Made it through nights you never came home.

Having yet another chick call my phone.

Made it through finding panties in your glove compartment,

And finding out that you had a spare apartment,

Where the other chick stayed,

That other woman you laid.

How did I make it through your misplaced heart that turned its back on me?

The flash back brought so many painful memories.

But it was also a moment of reassurance.

Reminded me of my strength and endurance,

In that box I found what I had been searching for needlessly.

In the midst of that pain, I found me.