You said,
The words hit me in the face like a hail of ice.
Cold hard and painful.
You turned and walked away.
Something warm was beating in my hands,
Something I gave to you when we first met.
I looked down and saw my heart,
Bruised and battered but still beating rhythmically,
slowly...
I smiled as you walked off
Yes, it's over...
and I am FREE.
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