I Might Have Said Goodbye

There is a gravity lost,
And a gravity found
Slipping between my trembling fingertips
And flopping onto my matted hair
I am stuck between them
As the colors morph and shift behind my eyes
Trying to take it all in
And not be overwhelmed
Trying to let it all go
And not be spent
Trying to observe
And not be changed
Trying to make a change
And not be corrupted
I don’t remember the last time
I held the hand of an imaginary friend
But I wish I knew back then
That it would be the last time

I might have held their hand a little tighter that day
And I might have said goodbye





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