one last thing before you go
you left your scarf behind
ive never seen you wear a scarf
not in real life
you held my hand to let it go
i only held on tighter
let me go
i wish i said that
maybe i did
maybe it's true
you let me go but i already stopped holding
this isn't really a poem, is it?
no but neither were we not poem not prose not perfect
no peace
we never were good for each other
or maybe we were too good
ill hold your hand next time
(i would rather hold coal)
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
one last thing before you go
you left your scarf behind
ive never seen you wear a scarf
not in real life
you held my hand to let it go
i only held on tighter
let me go
i wish i said that
maybe i did
maybe it's true
you let me go but i already stopped holding
this isn't really a poem, is it?
no but neither were we not poem not prose not perfect
no peace
we never were good for each other
or maybe we were too good
ill hold your hand next time
(i would rather hold coal)
I wrote this before things I've noticed since and forgot it in drafts
