sometime you hang onto
the cliff
with your fingers, not wanting
to fall
to a painful death.
you hold on for dear life.
sweating, breathing heavily,
using all
your strength to hold
on tight.
but finally you let go.
and you fall.
it's shocking though, that
it's only a two foot drop.
you could have let go of
that relationship anytime
you wanted
and survived.
it was easy and fine,
after all.
Sunday, May 3, 2020
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