West 144th St.
- Victoria Maio
- Oct 30, 2023
- 1 min read
I’m learning to let go.
As I sit here finishing my psychology homework,
the words spoken yet unspoken flood my mind.
Those I should've, Would’ve, Could’ve’s
were glued to my lips, but lingered.
Those silent echoes of the past
conversations which lay.
in the chambers of cultivating memories,
hidden within the shadows of promises and closure.
Disposable dreams, broken bonds.
I lost you long ago, I just never realized it
until I walked down West 144th St.
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