Tuesday, 6 September 2011

The Whole of Me

If you really love someone
you must let them go:
they settle beautifully,
but fade as snow.
Impressions last,
love lasts,
peace comes fast,
but life fades.
If you really love them,
tend their grave;
walk them home,
even when they're not there.
See them descend
the eternal stair.
Take their hand,
go in stride,
but let them go,
equal in tow,
a narrow boat
taken by the hands
of the tide.

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