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Held in a place where no one will ever know
the tears that were shed, sorrows that freely flowed

Held in a place where no one will ever see
the fear of what was to be left behind, or will soon be

Held in a place where no one will ever feel
the release of heart-captured love, one that was real

Held in a place where no one will ever hear
the echoes of a rusty hinge, repeated so clear

Held in a place where no one will ever guess
an embracing of light and tenderness

There with the worn leather straps, and dented corner view
A place is held for me to return to.

May 2, 2017