Compost

I wish I could feel
Sorry, but you are broken
And it’s not my job

To pick up all your
Pieces, so leave me alone
And I’ll start life fresh

Internal closure
More important than facade
For me, is enough

I’ll leave your mess for
Someone else to use, maybe
Their flower will grow

But I have turned the
Compost, and can walk away
Having done my part

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