we inch forward.
it's a long march in
all kinds
of weather.
you stop when you can to
rest,
rub your feet,
have water.
then you move on. you
go as far away
as you can from the place
you used to be.
you move further
towards yourself.
inch by inch, away from
who you
became
when you were with her.
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