at some point along the way, you let go of each thing that sticks to you
it all begins as a joke, with you losing your desire to write to Santa
or something minor, as losing your earring.
then it continues.
you lose a family – divorce
you lose your first love – a car is to blame and a bad driver.
you lose other things, nevertheless important,
a pot of rosemary, for example, taken by the storm,
hair - cause you wish to cut it now
at times, you lose temper and patience,
once they said you lost your home, all your belongings
the books on the bookshelves – and my god, they were dear to you.
you add to those a couple of friends that know you no more
and you now say there is nothing to give up on,
until that throbbing heart of yours finds its real match –
a thing to hold onto, you say.
but here comes the test -
are you ready to give up on that as well?
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