Verb that fits me well...

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It's not starting from scratch

it's starting from myself,

from what I am no longer.

Gathering scraps of silence

dreams kept in dusty boxes

now I'm going, I'm flying.

Suitcases full of poetry,

long hair embracing the wind

and a small heart

scared, but

going.

Alone,

this time for real and

it sounds like the smell of fresh coffee.

Decorating my structures

with pictures of new memories

and if I feel alone on the road

finding company in the sound

of my own voice.

Laughing alone at mistakes and stumbles,

meeting someone who dances the same as me

in no rush to leave,

who calls me by my nickname, but

sees me whole.

Oh, who knows, maybe love will find me

not the kind that completes me, but

the kind that overflows me.

By my side, with their hands weaving a future

without thinking about leaving.

That's what it does to us

we take a deep breath,

we speak more quietly about what has already been

and we say out loud:

I deserve what is coming

Starting over requires everything and not just half...

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