Leralara

put yourself small, in my position — if not too great, this last imposition. walk with me now, and let us rewind, relive our memories. from days less unkind.with new eyes, unveil me, rediscover anew, separate the me, you’ve mixed up with your you. I am not you, by now we both know, letting go gracefully,. too painfully slow. with clasped hands, and severed joy, we bleed out the night,. and then suddenly morning, arrived with last light.

I wrote this for my mom, shortly before she passed.