Thursday 4/13/2006 12:21:00 AM

I had to let them go.


The first time to see if they will come back to you. The second to teach yourself that they won't.

Every day the leaving is a little easier. Turn those pockets inward. Holes and all.

Up the stairs. And down them. The only difference is what I carry with me when. Shedding shadows. Not wanting to see the light. Because I remember how dark it was to see for the first time.

And we all fall down.

No one to put us back together.


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