thriving, times five

after i left it
was five days before i thrived,
breaking thoughts apart.

—–

thriving: five months on,
free of you – but you’ll never
be quite free of me.

—–

five months on and i’m
thriving, learning the fine art
of forgetting you.

—–

five years on and i’m
thriving without you, just as
i thought (knew) i could.

—–

five goodbyes are all
it takes before i get to
take my destiny.

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