Breathing In and Out

There were things about him
That I breathed in

And things that I breathed out

There were things
About him I could see
And things that I

could do without

After he left
there were so many ways
I found myself
doing the things

I loved most in him

Learning that
Whatever
I had seen in him

Had been in me

All along

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