They call that land Joy
where the rainbows appear before the storm
where his love for me isn't lukewarm
when my heart isn't broken by a broken boy
They call that land Peace
where my coffee is made just how I like it
where his hand in mine is a perfect fit
where I am not worried about his absence between my sheets
They call that land Contentment
where I am not questioning my worth
where I notice more of the beauty of this Earth
where my heart holds no more resentment
They call that land Here
where I can breathe freely
where I can let go of him completely
where I no longer need his presence near
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