Recess. Assess. Progress.

DontSleepOnTheBoy

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.

  • Author: DontSleepOnTheBoy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2023 12:53
  • 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
  • Views: 3


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