Eyelids warm and heavy ⁣⁣⁣
half cracked on the bridge between dreams,⁣⁣⁣
rolling over to the scent of familiarity,⁣⁣⁣
a wave of forgotten energy,⁣⁣⁣
invisible river I reach out to touch,⁣⁣⁣
grasp riddled with lethargy…⁣
⁣
as the other part of me⁣
says baby it’s so easy, ⁣⁣⁣
follow me this way to letting go…⁣⁣

I’ve carried you along in my backpack,⁣⁣⁣
In my notebooks, ⁣⁣⁣
like a slow jam⁣⁣⁣
craving the fecundity of what was never meant to be.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
a habit that lost its substance, ⁣⁣⁣
that belonged to someone else… ⁣⁣⁣
What seemed so close, ⁣⁣⁣
now distant and foreign..⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
The delivery of waking up to what was never really yours⁣⁣
⁣and the freedom of letting go…⁣⁣⁣
The process of allowing, ⁣⁣⁣
and the peace that comes from all of the things you do not have to carry… ⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
I can finally close the door because you are home…⁣⁣⁣
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And I am free…