You don’t let go

You don’t. The accumulation, the little gatherings. You open your arms wider to them. You hold one more, and close. You don’t. Fingers and slipping. Everything that falls through – you never knew how. Always scooping up the love at your feet. Until it is back again, and overflowing. You don’t let go. You let.Continue reading “You don’t let go”

Sorry?

Sorry? Am I really here again? Standing on a dark street, lip bit, trying not to cry? Am I really here, in heels too high for the slippery streets and the shaking? Why’s it always raining when my heart gets broken? (there’s no denying – half a year got me half way there.) And now you’ve gone and left meContinue reading “Sorry?”