The Funny But Sad Truth About Break-Ups

A poem on heartbreak.

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I threw away

the dried red roses he gave me.

I held onto them

and wondered if I was getting in my own way

by holding on

to the dried up remnants of our past.

She screamed in the background —

Something about the grieving process

that even in letting go

there is still so much space

to laugh at our past.

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Self-help & mental health writer. Can't do small talk. Mama. Yogi. Coffee lover. Nature explorer. Get my free meditation mini-course here: www.emilystroia.com

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