"He is only in my distant past"
she exclaims
"He is only a relic of times far behind me"
she insists
But with every mention her eyes grow fonder, to the photos.
Her heart grows weary of ultimately what is...
How can all life be shifted on a paramount of frustration and uncontrolled will?
The words said were not right.
They were not even close.
And she knows they were so young.
She looks at the innocence on their faces
and recounts the way it used to feel.
"God it was magic"
She closes her eyes and touches her face in a slow downward motion.
These were the moments that she rejected for so long.
"He is nothing anymore"
She looks into the air and she knows those words are untrue,
because her memories come to life in small instances of his name.
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