Rope Poem by Nina gáspari

that old rope that used to keep us together
doesn´t exist anymore,
life´s made it so thin
it turned into a fragile string
a string of fortunate happenings
too bright to be ignored
when my soul was tired of wandering around, and my heart was sore
then I looked at you, and I was free
free from any sort of possible guiltiness
free from any plausible form of emptiness
I was free…I was all I wanted to be
And now that old rope is gone,
Gone for good
Now there is no longer that rope
Tying myself to you