FREED

Severed...

I moved on. 
I couldn't hold on to what was deteriorating, devastating, destroying,
Me.
Us.
Nobody could.
 
And now, I have real love. 
The kind that means something,
Rocking in chairs and growing old.
 
But, choosing between the past and future is too painful.
Too raw.
Too final.
 
I was bound to Gray, but he lost me,
Let me slip through his fingers.
That was then. 
 
This is now.
I'm freed. 

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