Moving on.

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In your absence
the y(why?) becomes a question
of an adventure, i am not
quite sure about taking.
 
Mother once told me that i never
quite learnt the opposite of
urgency. Why i must wait
and not pluck raw fruits off
their branches?
 
You tell me that i can find comfort
in forgetting things. Even slowly.
Here out in the open, I smile
because I can pretend to be calm.
Trying to tell you how urgency
can be a being.
 
Hoping you’d learn the need
to teach me
the process of healing. and how to hold it
in my palm, and let it grow
taking its time to sweeten
like ripe fruits.
 
But before that, halt.
Teach me the meaning of full stops.
And most importantly
teach me all the reasons
you left.
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