What do you mean by that?
Do you think that you forgot part of yourself in a box somewhere and are no cast adrift without it?
Is it fairness? Is it just? Are you blameless? Was it enough? Were you? Was he? Did you expect the answers to come tripping off the precipice of your tongue so quickly?
Tell me how it felt to drive him home.
Tell me how it felt to watch him walk out
the door. How it felt to lock yourself behind it.
Tell me how it felt to drown.
Tell me how it feels now.
Do you want him? Are you sure?
Are you falling from your chair?
Pick yourself up. Go back through the woods to find your road.
Can you forgive him? Can you forget yourself? Can you, can you, can you?
Go back through the woods to find him. Pluck a flower from his hand.
Go back through the woods and learn to leave again.
Here, don't leave your baggage behind.
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