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Warm breeze
Through the paper bags I’m holding
Storefront glass
Shows a face I barely know
Cars pass
Like they’re reading from an old scene
But the lines in my hands
Say it’s time to go
New day on a quiet street
Same shoes
But a lighter step
I don’t know who I’ll be
Just yet
Fresh paint on a rusted gate
Heart still healing from the weight
I’m walking out to meet
New beginnings
Moved slow
Past the mailbox with the chipped paint
Old house
With the ivy crawling high
Deep breath
Let the air rewrite the story
Let the last goodbye
Fade into the sky
New day on a quiet street
Same shoes
But a lighter step
I don’t know who I’ll be
Just yet
Fresh paint on a rusted gate
Heart still healing from the weight
I’m walking out to meet
New beginnings
