Don't! Let Go

In the fire

It was impossible 

Not to love the hands 

That ripped me out--

And now 

I feel them 

On my wrists.

The pull of his 

Shoulders, my weight 

Heavy on the 

Sidewalk, under 

The overhang--

Like the smoke 

In my lungs. 

Phantoms in the 

Dusk of all 

That ever was. 

I miss the fire 

That I saw him 

Through

I miss the hurt

I felt unashamed for

In his arms--

When I didn't know 

Him yet. 

The comfort of 

Thinking you'll die 

Anyway and so 

I can't be guilty--

Only held.