In The Laboratory For Letting Go
I cannot do this anymore.
To me, to you.
Our tongues move like clockwork,
Following the old paths of arguments past, injustices grooved into the road by
wounded tires that never seem to wear
off those damn treads
Words are the same, even if spelled backwards
There is nothing more to do here.
No loss could feel greater than this shame I carry -
In blaming you, I shame myself
I create suffering where once there was fresh oxygen to breathe
I do not own your heart; I never did
My peace cannot be your peace
In this laboratory of dreams, all hypotheses are true.
This loss is the greatest strength you can bear. Lean into it.
Let it go. The data
was always there -
Put the test subjects back on the shelf.
Time to write your research notes.