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Lilacmourning

The Return

I left with nothing but silence.

The kind that echoes in an empty house in a storm,

after screaming winds and crying clouds have gone.

Leaving broken doors and cracked windows,

the last, cruelest, final goodbye.

I always thought love meant molding myself to fit inside someone’s idea of me,

but I outgrew the corners of your love.

Where your words yearned to keep me small-

shackled in your toxic embrace and desolate castle.

I danced barefoot through the ruins, across jagged stones and shattered glass,

aching with the weight of the love I gave you…

Softly,

like a fresh breath through dew soaked morning leaves,

she called to me, beckoning me back:

the girl I lost, buried beneath all of my ‘I’m sorries’ , the almosts, the excuses.

She didn’t ask where I’d been, only opened her arms and showed me that I was already whole.

She whispered the softest reminders,

no vows, no promises, no chains-

only the burning, raging silence, a quiet sonnet

that I am enough

and I always was

Now when I speak of love,

I speak of her.

When I speak of home,

I speak of coming home to her.

To myself.