Is it really sunny when your mind is clear?
Erased with the stroke of a whiteboard swipe.
But lingered the dust which never quite comes clean,
The memory of the one who will always mean you don't have a memory of one.
The eternal shine filling the supernova in your mind.
To dissolve the fabric of the relationship that once held you so tight and safe and warm that you break,
Free, from all that you once were.
Molding into what you will now be.


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.