Without Indifference Poem by Jody Talibart

How is it that letting go, and hanging on,
can be so different and yet painful in equal measure.
Why is hello as gut-wrenching to me as good-bye.
Can each feeling be as difficult as the next
until only indifference remains
as a comfortable place to be.
Since I cannot live in that state,
nor would I ever aspire to,
with complete lack of investment
in every soul that graces my path,
I risk everything
with every how-do-you-do,
and each see-you-later.



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