Pain
The wind blows cooly through the trees,
but I do not feel it.
A bird calls out for it's mate,
but I do not hear it.
I can only feel and hear
my broken heart
beating into a thousand parts.
All thanks to you.
You are responsible.
And yet all through this
I have learned something.
For I can forgive you for everything,
almost everything,
except the pain.
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