Near the hut, deep in the forest’s hush

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Near the hut, deep in the forest’s hush,
is where I buried those burned pages
I chose the tallest, greenest tree I could find —
its branches bowed over a quiet meadow,
bathed in silver and soaked in moonlight.

Pieces of everything that I stole
along with my battered heart were there
Memories lay scattered like sand
spilling from a shattered hourglass.

Would it be alright,
if I walked away now —
without so much goodbye
because words had failed,
left unspoken meant to be forgotten

And though I ache to remain,
to dissolve in the moonlight,
to be cradled by the wild scent of grass...

There was never a place for me to stay.

-by I.ris

I wrote this piece on January. That day, I had to let go something important to me. I had to accept that things that were not meant to be will never stay anyway. So, I left my broken heart with this piece of poem, and let the show goes on.

Thank you for reading.