I’m over it, I’m under it, I’m driving past it, I’m beyond it
But the remnants of it…
Still brothers me
Like dirt under fingernails on freshly washed hands
I think of it constantly
Looking for a file to even out the jagged edges
And clean out the dust particles of yesteryear
At least I can grow to let go of the old feelings
That brought me here
Love always, Esha ❤
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