Letting go is the hardest
The tug of it, physical
Like a hand on a wrist
Irresisitable, a tide of
Longing fills the chest cavity
White knuckles clutching blankets
An anchor to sanity
So fleeting, fragile
The tears slip down the wall
A handprint, a desperate
Signal for. S.O.S.
Leaving slimy trails
Like he left
A soulless wanderer
Devouring what he can reach
A door left open, halfway
A river like tar running through it
A seeping, sickening sense of sorrow
Contortions, the backwards slide begins
Innumerable thoughts, none logical
A hope, extuinguishable if only he would
Extinguish it, for once
For all
Forever...
A hope.













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"Bugger off, will ya, mate?" - Me
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