The Weight Of Almost Poem by Oluwatosin Thomas

I
Let it drift with the gravity of then,
Let the flame write my leaving in ash.
Let it fall till I'm standing in ruin,
For loving you now bars the doors I once had.
II
Let it thin, every promise undone,
Let the sparks bruise the ribs of my chest.
Let it sink; this soil breathes only poison,
We both know nothing living grows here.
III
Let it break, it's beyond being saved,
Let it rain on the bones of my hope.
Let it glow; even fire learns silence,
Every light casts a hunger for dark.
IV
Let it slip, there's no circle back home,
Let it burn as it rests in my sight.
Let it end; this road's lost all its language,
It was luck, reckless luck
That you were once mine.
V
Yes, I know I went straight for your heart,
Pulled the thread till the fabric gave way.
I should've run, disappeared into distance,
No undoing, no mercy for what we became.
VI
And I hear what you'll say: "It's too late."
No excuses, no hands left to hold.
Still, if time ever loosened its grip,
I'd return in a breath, just to lose you right.
— Fearless Lines
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