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When you leave, what will be left?

All other loving finger traces have long since faded from my skin

Was it love that faded?

Was it ever love that left those traces?

You were never love for me

Your heart under lock, which you showed me freely

but the key, not even you could find inside

I don't want to be like you

Yes, keys were given to freely

I was left bare, vulnerable, afraid

but I was brave

I will not fear those who won't love

I will learn to love myself in their stead

I will look upon my face with adoration, trust, respect and wisdom

When you leave, I will be left.

I will make my one room home

and the key will be left under the mat

left only for those brave enough

to reach under the mat

pick it up

and come inside