And the first thing to go was my pride.
Second guessing myself immediately,
relief and anxiety rolled up together,
was this all a mistake?
"I told you to be patient . . .
now all your love is wasted."
And the second thing to go was my dignity.
Always my better half, always my inspiration,
not trusting myself to do what was right,
had I made a mistake?
"In the morning I'll be with you but
it will be a different kind."
And the last thing to go was me.
Formed around you, nestled in you,
lost my point of reference,
I had made a mistake.
"Cut out all the ropes and let me fall . . .
right in the moment this order's tall."
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