Being Let go
After the
umpteenth time of having you
crawl urgently towards
her in the darkness,
she opened up her
hand to you and
showed you what
emptiness truly is.
Being already cut
adrift, she sat quiet
as an island while
you wept out your dignity
into the abyss,
suddenly opened up; watched you
rolling away, your
fish-eyes now aware
of all those truths
that were hiding patiently
behind your
shoulder until a moment before.
Robert Ford
Robert Ford's poetry has appeared in both print and online publications in the UK, US and elsewhere, including The Interpreter's House, Dime Show Review, Butcher's Dog and San Pedro River Review. More of his work can be found at https://wezzlehead.
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