How do I forgive a ghost
that only exists in memories?
What does it mean to let go,
when the bruises have faded,
but the heart won't forget?
Sometimes, a faint voice,
a fleeting echo,
almost within reach,
but still so far away:
Forgiveness, not absolution.
Not for him, for me.
So I can bloom,
breathe,
and finally be free.
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