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3d
i didn’t grip.
i shaped
 my palms
  around
   your not-staying.

holding
 is not possession.
it’s
  a grammar
   of remaining
    without demand.

you leaned into me
 like rain
  leans into a roof—
not to break,
 but to respond.

my arms
 weren’t enough.
they bent,
 but didn’t
  keep.

the syntax was wrong.
not i hold you.
not you held me.
but—
 there was
  a space
   that held
    our unforming.


Rastislav
Written by
Rastislav  M/world
(M/world)   
23
     shadowedsilhouette and Rastislav
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