Again.

Watching someone let go of you.

Loosening their grip, and losing you.

Feeling there fingers slide across you.

Waiting until it’s just their nail beds...

Then the cuticles.

Down to finger tips.

To the nail ends.

Space. Departure. Absence.

And then it’s just you.

Missing their presence.

Unbalanced from the missing weight

Knees weaken as you deflate.

Dropping like an unhooked chain

Crawling on the floor in pain

But know you will learn to walk again.