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| (february 2017) |
i think i have been taught to feel this way
because i see the way my mother clutches your picture
and i see how my grandmother detaches from the world when she thinks of you
i have learned from the absolute best
i think i know why my knuckles are white
because i can feel you slipping
out of my hands
down to the ground
where you will run to whoever is near
i think i will crumble
i wanted to fill the holes in you and
i cannot function without the parts that you took:
the metronome that keeps the beat of my heart in time
and the gears that make everything work
i think i saw your smile today
and it wasnt for me.
its so silly to think that the absence of your smile
is making my world seem dimmer
this art that i have learned-
the art of never letting go
is somehow a cherished skill.
they dont want you to move on
even if it is to better things.
