To Be Held

I loved to watch you from behind.
A work of art.
But not in the leaving
Without a word,
Not even goodbye.
A habit of yours
That always broke me.
Cruel punishment
for an unnamed crime.
The silence echoed.
Your absence returned.
The emptiness repeated itself,
Seemingly forever.
The hollow feeling
Becoming identity.
I was never complete
without you.
But then I found others
Who showed me something
I should have known,
But had to learn,
Despite you.
They gave me the gift
of not being you.
A lesson of love.
That I am not a void to be filled,
but a space to be held

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