you still have my shoes
they're sitting in your room
collecting dust
i won't pick them up
i won't come get them
i'm waiting till the perfect time
i'm waiting until our souls are healed
and i can use those shoes
as an excuse to see you
and tell you i need you again
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
