Letting Him Go

in your dream he's chasing you,

choking you,

flying down the interstate with you strapped to his back,

crushing you with gravity and expectations.

in your dream he's taking back your blood

after all, he gave it to you

you slam the door and he reaches through it

and whether he caught or never caught you

or fell at your feet or forgot you at soccer practice

there's an echo of him in your voice when you shatter a glass or lose your wallet

an imprinted bitterness, light from a dead star

some things:

can you forgive him even that?

and, what will be left of you?

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