Handprint
Taking inventory of the home we shared , I couldnt help but notice a handprint on a window.
I placed my hand over it , i realized it was too dainty to be mine, my hand remained in place as I thought about our lives together. The love we had... times we shared, they werent all bad ...realistically the good times outweighed the bad by far.
Your hand print left on the window is reminicent of the impression you left on my heart, always you will have a certain amount of space that is yours, I have tried to remove you totally but you still remain.
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