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Have I Said Too Much?

My lungs have grown weary from holding
the breath I’ve kept trapped inside
them since I bid you
farewell and left you to stand alone,
shivering, in your driveway.
I wake up in the morning with aches
in my chest,
praying that soon, I can release the stale
air from deep within me as a content
sigh,
so glad to find home in your welcoming
arms.

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