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The Art of Letting Go

July 26, 2013
By Brianna Figueroa BRONZE, Pinelaas Park, Florida
Brianna Figueroa BRONZE, Pinelaas Park, Florida
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The sun goes down and I take one last look,
Letting each tear make its way to the floor.
My throat scratchy, and my nose runny,
I couldn’t even muster any words.

The stars come up and you take your last breath,
Filled with oxygen and the smell of hospital.
You managed one weak sentence before the beeping started,
“But I’ll love you from there, too.”

The sky lightened and my face was still wet,
And still more tears will be shed.
My ears are still ringing
With the sound of your last words.

The waves crash against the sand,
Reaching the tips of my toes.
And my heart still aches,
Because I know you’re back home.



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