(Un)requited
I went to see you again today, my friendWell, I guess you know since you were there
Well, I guess you don't since you weren't
Well, I guess it doesn't matter
The key still fits the door and I turned the handle
And stepped into that familiar room
And remembered how you taught me to let go
And let the dragons fly
The bed is still there, you know
And I stretched out to get some rest
And you cradled me so quietly
And held me still
You held me until, and then you
Let me go to where I needed and
Let me find my strength to leave and
Let me love you as I do.
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2014-08-11 at 14:53
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