Hold On

mourning the slow

death of a relationship.

grief for what you once had,

while it’s still living.

you spread your wings,

you didn’t look back.

but did they —

could they follow?

you hold on to the memory —

of a time when your souls

spoke, fitted, twisted, melded,

bonded, burned —

the source of the sorrow.

you chose

him blindly once.

would you choose

him now

if you met again?

today, you seek comfort,

not the person.