Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Left Loose



This string that binds us
is left loose.
The string
that binds us,
is worn out brittle.
This string,
This
string,
if tied firmly,
held tightly,
finds me separated
from you.
This string
that binds us,
loose and brittle
I leave be.


**sometimes the best way to preserve a withering friendship is by letting things as they are...