You came in softly,
wrapped in frost and resolve,
blank pages and promises.
Sunrises I savored,
shadows I couldn’t outrun.
Ashes smoldering in the aftermath
of moments bright as fireflies.
I learned to carry hope,
balanced in trembling fingers,
and let go of what
no longer fit in my hands.
Found pieces of myself
in your quiet mornings,
left pieces
in your restless nights.
Goodbye, 2024.
I leave you behind,
but carry your truth
into what comes next.
In your final hours,
I fold you gently,
and tuck you into the book
of years that shaped me.
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