Cradling you in my arms
~ all six feet of you ~
Is easier than you’d think.
~
You,
This moment,
Are perfect.
~
It will be our last, this exchange,
Until we meet on a different plane.
~
Caught in the heroin snare,
You’ll leave this time, this place, this space.
And so I hold you here, now.
~
Cradling you in my arms
~ all six feet of you ~
Is easier than you’d think.
~
Letting go.
Letting go is hard.
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday...Cradle, Perfect, Snare
