The severed ends of a rope
Jagged like jaws,
Limp like dying leaves,
Hangs loose.

It wasn’t cut
But it frayed
Because of the beating sun
Because of the heaviness of load
Because it was taught with tension
Because it was not meant to hold
So much

No matter the rope,
There lies a moving sea
Between the shores of souls
As Gibran told.

You can’t let go
Of something in between.
You can’t let go
No matter the fraying rope.