The Dance of Letting Go

Our spirits meet
in a choreographed dance.
We hold each other tenderly.
The music swells as we sway,
swirling our skirts around us.
But thoughts are heavy,
waying us down
and our steps faulter.
Our hands meet in one last kiss
before letting go.

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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.