There is such a fatalistic vein in much of your poetry. You seem like more of a fighter, to me.
Yikes, this does not sound good. I feel the sadness in "as if our hands still fit."
If only Virginia Woolf had had a friend to go down to the river with her... perhaps they'd have floated together. A sad and thought-provoking poem, MZ.
I understand, I think. I once had a lover whose hand I outgrew, and on our last evening together, I felt that same way. Love, Mosk
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