Letting Go


Photo Credit: carlawainwright.com

When I try to write
about letting go,
it always comes out
as holding on.
When I fall asleep
to forgetting you,
I always dream of your tattoos
twisting in the darkness.
When I attempt
to shed this shell,
it clings tighter,
snake fingers
throttling my throat.
When I speak
without your memory,
it floods back to me
on water wings,
gently beating
against my heart.
When I write
about remembering,
it’s impossible
to let go.

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