His name is still the one
Written on my lips.
It's his image still
Etched on my heart.
But I am slowly,
Bit by bit,
Filling him off.
And as I file him away,
I know it's for
My own health,
Yet also because
There's another name
Painting my life with
Swaths of his colors,
Initialing pieces of my days.
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