Monday, April 22, 2013

The other's voice

Why do you cling so hard, lady?
let go, old friend. Let go
of me, for though I wish you well,
I always will, I never dream of you,
well not that often.
I’ve got my life back home you see,
and you’re not in it,
so please won’t you just go.
I travel, light on the ground, no rope shall tie me down,
I fly.
let go. I’ve got things I want to do. People too.
Stay still, unchanged until I need you once again, in time.
You know I will, but don’t you wait too hard.
Let go, for now.
Take care.

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