we touch,
ignite.
we burn,
the flame
dies.
the coals follow after.
but there are still sparks.
and a flame can grow from even
the smallest one.
the important thing here is
to make sure
you're holding onto the right things.
to let go
is the hardest of all.
watch our hearts fall.
they will rise again.
but first you must
let go.
Wow! You have no idea how this poem spoke to me!
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