Untitled, Newark Airport

As you ever strongly have pulled me in, my love, you ever so consistently, stubbornly, refused me.  You held me desperately and you fought to set yourself free as feverishly.  You made a space for me in your heart and you made space for the pain of my absence.  And I held you, for my life, as I, little by little, let you go, hoping you needed a little bit of both, but no.  You needed one or the other, and one it wasn’t, so it was the other.

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