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A pinching in the gut

Not so much butterflies

But blackbirds, picking away

Intent on flight

A tearing of my soul strings

A trembling of the chords

Happy for your happiness

While I mourn the loss

The omissions

The distance and distrust

Pushing it away, I linger only in the now

Knowing time will cauterize the scars

Leaving only memory marks,

Bittersweet remembrances,

As the last bird tears free