Heavy Air
I thought they would lift me.
Instead, they kept me company.
The Moment Before
Everything was ready.
Except goodbye.
There is a fragile beauty in unfinished departures. In the second before something becomes memory.
Against the Pull
Something wanted altitude.
Something wanted roots.
Neither of us was willing to let go first.
Packing for Unknown Conditions
The suitcase closed.
The story didn’t.
Certain chapters travel better than others.
Especially the unfinished ones.
What Survived
I wore the night for protection.
It fit better than fear.
Certain storms leave quietly.
Their shadows stay behind to keep watch.
What Finally Stayed
I let go of almost everything.
This stayed.
Neither of us was finished.
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