One that walks away

One that walks away

I walk away
from all the shards
that your absence leaves.

I walk away from the poems
that talk about me-you-us,
the rooms we’ll never share,
the destinations I wanted to fly to
and the nicknames I’ll never invent.

I walk away from the caresses,
the sweet looks and the hotness
I saw every time you looked down.
I walk away from the pain and the hurt
and the million cacti needles you never saw
getting deeper and thicker under my nails.

I walk away. I walk away.
But I can’t help to look into the mirror
planted in the middle of the road
showing me all the other possibilities
I miss.

And thus, I walk.
I walk
further away.

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