Letting Go

How hard that is,
the letting go.
I want to hold on forever.
I reach,
I close my fist,
but there is only smoke between my fingers.

Mine.
Such a foolish word.
Everything is pulled from our grasp
eventually.
The only hope
is realizing that
Separate
is such a foolish word
as well.

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