Goodbye, a new poem.
the words come easy, hard candies rolled on the tongue. it should be hard to go, to stay, to want both and none of it at all.
the words come easy, hard candies rolled on the tongue. it should be hard to go, to stay, to want both and none of it at all.
I’ve realized today that someone very dear to me has chosen to remove themselves from my life. They haven’t said it, but I’ve grown to sense a progressive distance forming between us. The communications have run dry, the open door has gradually shut. It’s been happening slowly for weeks but I pretended not to notice,…