The ink from my pen
has run dry
unlike the tears over you
that I cry.
I’ve used up all the words
I could write
now the time has come to
say goodnight.
For tomorrow I must consign
you to the past
even though I know these
feelings want to last.
The only way for me to move on
is to set you free,
to close that door in my mind
and turn the key.
Very well evoked
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