even i love you
i dont miss you
now
its how
i learned to live
without you
as the wound is healed
from outer surface
with its hidden fires
that sizzle in winter nights
its never strange
i can smile
because i survived
alone
in the fire storm.
you are still
my dream
but i live with
my memories
bitter or sweet
matters nothing to me
my way
and my own life
with all my loneliness
is better to me
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