Nothing
Still nothing
Why?
The bed hasn't been slept in for three years.
I can't even go in the room
The door is still ajar
The drawers, open
The wardrobe, broken.
I am the modern day havisham
Except I fear returning
Not leaving
But I still cannot forget.
Why can I not destroy the past
As it has destroyed my future
But remember
We are only ones that shape our destiny
Nothing
I said
Nothing
Will stand in our way
If we have hope
For it cuts through the lies
For it cuts through the past
For it cuts through the pain
As it is a knife
Made of love
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