i remember thinking we could fix it
that we could put past things on a platform
and leave them alone
out of sight
but still mindful
that we were both on second chance
half way home
summer still early
and days drawn into account
but when you are in your twenties it is still so new
this feeling of self
and how to mesh with another
how strong to lash close
how much slack to put in the binding
so that it holds but does not strangle
that same old question
of when a lifeline
becomes a noose.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Many years ago.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Most times that noose can be untied and all will be well.
That is true - thank you my friend.
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