duel

There's something about staying.

One last kiss, a squeeze of the hand; looks that say “I love you,” sharing words easier to speak.

And there's something about leaving. Walking away. Independent, unattached. Pushing away. It all seems pretend. 

And there’s the missing and the loneliness and the yearning and the fear. The old sadness, rising. And the small one inside searching always for someplace to stay.



Mark