I haven’t heard
from you
Because now
That’s who you are
And now
I must release you
I hear you
Far away
Relieved to be
Free in the new world
You have been making
With a stranger
I remember the cycle
From before
From your older brother
Who left without
Saying goodbye
As I left without
Saying goodbye
And I don’t feel as much
Anymore
But I chose to feel
What’s most important
That love that
cannot be expressed
to a raging fire
a son like you
always throwing a match
into my river
into my anxiety
over losing you, too
Over letting you go
Free in the new world
You have been making
With a stranger
About the Creator
Carole Anzolletti
Creativity has always saved me from getting lost in the tide of the world and has put me in touch with a like-minded tribe who can come down to the depths I once felt were solitarily my own. Surviving and thriving creatively are promises.
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