Wednesday, March 23, 2005

ripping it off

Letting go of love
is ripping off
a band-aid

It has soothed me,
this tender careful
long love of mine

I have been aching,
leaning, wanting
more, more, more...

And he is gone.
Water slipping
through
washing away

There's nothing to hold onto.

Except my own self. Hi.

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