Fighting Time.

You always held me so tight.
At night it was as if
you were trying to squeeze silenced words out of me,
have them choke on the floor so you would see what only I knew.


Maybe you were simply holding me
like you clutch something slipping;
careful not to let me fall through fingers and
smash.
Breaking us apart.


I have unfortunate news for you, dear,
through all the holding,
I was still dropped.
I fell back to the ground
and you slipped away
never to be found.


-Alex W.

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