afters (8)

 she still recalls the leaves:
 the way they'd blow outside
 those big, cracked windows.
 
 her happy times were simple:
 there was a modicum of security
 and her people.
 
 when they left, it was because
 life is about movement;
 but her heart goes back often --

 because love is sometimes
 very much about
 not letting go

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