Even love when
Held too close
Can tear
Painfully
Starting
At the seams.
The frayed edges
Showing the beginning
Starting to end
That painful leaving
Of what was hoped for
Changing
What remains.
The lesser gods
That beckon me
To lower my hope
Call out
Their plaintive cries
Selfish demands
Clutching
At disappointment
Surrounding me
With fog
Dimming everything
The horizon
Coming too close.
Desire holds onto
Anxious
Gathering of straw
Filled dreams
My heart
Seeks to let go
Of emptiness
And hold tightly
To hope.
I wish
No!
I choose
To let go
Of everything
That refuses
To be here now.
