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A Little Trouble Letting Go

Early my eyes to a day just fawning where the tide has encroached high and the fogs hang low.

Where the cries of gulls intrude upon the gentle bellow of the sea and a suggestion of salt last on my tongue.

---- a swollen sadness is here as well ---

I am numb in thought to what has been lost.  Now that spring has come, do the tender sprouts of my conscience show?

---I feel a bit empty ----

Attempting to gather myself, I scouted the shorelines once pathed in perfect spring.  Foolishly I looked to see if they were still there, foolishly.

---Am I tormenting myself?

Her words were well liter formidable opponent to any resistance I may have had; I had none.

She blew into me like a summer breeze, like she was summer tea, sweet and effortless.  She left even easier.

---lies burn seconds into the truth.

Her heart was as big as a castle and twice as empty.  I misjudged her luxuries, thinking they would be enough to sustain happiness.

---Deceived by false-hearted seduction.

I tried to grip tightly to one end of the wind a slender proposition at best.

Survival did not depend on my desires but I wanted it to.

----Time to close eyes and let go---

                                Tristan, Summer 2019

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