Be still

Bloodshot eyes

Stop looking for his face in every crowd you see

He will not be found

Be still

Trembling lips

Stop missing the way his skin feels against you and stop calling out his name

He will not hear you

Be still

Shaky hands

Stop breaking the peace that comes to you

You need to stop wanting to hold his hand

You need to let go

Be still

Broken heart

Be still

Stop aching at the sound of his name

Stop beating for him

It is time to move on

Be still

Please be still

Time

And let this weary soul heal slowly

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