Fleeting light
A shot in the arm A shot through the heart. High voltage, An ending. To the feeling that I lost today, To an ending, An ending that was, An ending that didn’t have to be. Opened doors leads to closed, Yet somehow, we never talk about the act of the door swinging. Fast and deliberate, Slowly yet deliberate, Or a slight, slip of the hand. Was it deliberate bc you let it slip? It didn’t have to be this way, Didn’t have too, Yet, here we are. You are somewhere, On the path of your choosing, To the attention that you seek, and the arms you aim to be held in, Anyone’s, as that’s what you need in the moment. The reality that you’re willing to let slip, Something so rare, so beautiful, Just shows that there’s nothing else left to do. (It’s never been masked what you are to me.) But to let go. Finally. Man it’s been so long since the start of this, Something I never thought I’d have to do, Yet I need to, Let go.. Here it is. After all this time.. Taken me a while t...