She held my hand at the door
and I knew she didn't want
me to go, but I was
stifled by her need
and wanted, overpoweringly
to feel the release of being outside;
and have in my eyes
an explosion of sights
to obliterate the picture of her grief.
now so deeply impressed
upon my mind.
How do you disengage
painlessly when pain
is tearing up a life
that's clinging
to your kindness?
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