Let
it go for now. Let it go, for good.
For
you're forbidden and final. Without your touch, with my touch. Never again. Actually,
there never was.
Let
it go. Let it go for good.
For
someone as old as me not knowing what the feeling of spooning is, a pressing of
your mouth against the back of my neck and inhaling, holding my smaller hand
with your larger one, across my stomach...it
is devastating.
Let
it go. Come on, just anything. Let me finally feel this emptiness.
