It’s not giving up when you let go.
You tried, right?
You held him fast in your arms until
You were only clutching air.
You still wish for him there.
You may ache for him in the night
Though your loneliness was fiercer
With his breath in your lungs.
Yet like the morning fog
He has disappeared,
Leaving the warmth of day
In his wake
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
It’s not giving up when you let go.
You tried, right?
You held him fast in your arms until
You were only clutching air.
You still wish for him there.
You may ache for him in the night
Though your loneliness was fiercer
With his breath in your lungs.
Yet like the morning fog
He has disappeared,
Leaving the warmth of day
In his wake
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