You have to learn
when to walk away
from love.
Know when it's time
to let it him go,
I was told on the old
porch one hot summer
by an ancient soul
who explained,
there's no truer
love to be expressed
than leaving him be
if it ever becomes
evident I am but
a heavy millstone
around his neck
pulling him under
the waves, denying
him air, to drown
his life for my own
selfish gain is never
the way to show
I truly care, but if
I walk away and he
turns to follow me,
setting out along
a new road, then
I am to treasure
his heart always,
dearly take hold.
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