There are no ex-lovers,
Only candles with wicks close-timed.
Glowing in vast spaces
Their light ones filled.
There are no broken hearts,
Only places inside souls,
where pain, stitched over,
leaves fine scars.
There are no lives lost,
Only times of separation,
As seeds fall from trees,
Asking no more than soft moist earth
To begin again.
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