JD45: Moving Bed

Each pull or push, 
Beads of sweat flow with it. 
Most things are more cumbersome than before, 
In the eyes of my injured left wrist. 

Each attempt made, 
Conflicting emotions replayed stories. 
Struggling to keep head above different lakes, 
Dried leaves and branches are those unsaid sorries. 

Changes in the bedroom after two years, 
No farewell party was thrown to bid final goodbyes. 
Aching heart no longer bleeds with fears, 
Time released all that’s meant to fly. 

Tonight shall be new, 
Keeping only what the aching heart needs. 
Songs to dance along are now barely a few, 
Words are now carefully picked, 
On a new route in which both space and silence seem to have its own speech.  
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