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Seeds In A Gale

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His birthday slipped by unnoticed this year,
the last stubborn links of his hold over me broken,
he had removed himself from my consciousness,
fading like condensation on breath-misted glass,
nothing stirs in me now when see his pictures,
no latent pangs of remembered lust,
no wonderings or what-ifs or twinges of regret,
whatever chemical surges fuelled our interactions
all those years ago are long since dissipated,
scattered like dandelion seeds in a gale.

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Lauren Phillips-Freeman

Lauren Phillips-Freeman is a language teacher and writer with a love of words in all their forms. She uses writing to help her process her own tangled emotions.