She left...
not because she stopped loving,
but because he stopped staying.
Now, hearts knock gently,
but her door stays closed.
Not ready.
Not yet.
Somewhere between leaving him
and loving again,
she lingers;
almost free...
From a distance, a rainbow showers a fragile arc of hope after long silence. Colors whisper of beginnings, while shadows murmur of ending...
Are you still lingering??
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