you have a grip on him
that i will never have,
and i have spent the better half of this month
praying,
silently begging
that you give it back while you still can.
if you can even intentionally give it back
but this,
i feel that this is a universal truth i must come to accept
and maybe with time, come to love
the heat of your love
was so intense
that the latch of your arm on his wrist,
this broken waltz of holding on to each other
would inevitably leave a burn
if anyone was to let go.
and the letting go,
the imprint
is what led to us
and that, that
is something i can be thankful for.
- gl
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ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
