And like a ton of bricks it hit me, and I realised my mistake:
I'd been holding on so tight to a you you'd never be again;
And the phantom hand I'd clutched and clung onto all this time
had long since abandoned it's grip on mine.
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Author:
DontSleepOnTheBoy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We constantly need to remind ourselves of the difference between the things we love and the idea of the things we love.
- Category: Reflection
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