The heart lets go bit by tiny bit.
Some of the lost grip happens and you don't even know.
Some ground is lost each day.
Then you face the edge, the final precipice of your love.
Just a finger's grasp on what you had.
The choice comes to hold on for dear life,
or let go for dear life and trust the landing.
Then your realize - it's far too late for choices.
Don't you see, falling in and falling out are the same thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem