something so small,
the slightest change
I felt it growing there,
and I think maybe you did too
in the spaces between breaths
it wanted to grow
but I knew, no matter how much it ached, it couldn't,
knew how it would change
shift the terrain we had begun to build on
so I plucked it from it's hiding place
and hid it on my highest shelf
to gather dust and fade
the dull ache it left behind
soothed by every smile you gave
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