she’s vibrant and lively and it’s sad,
now, how similar our tragedies are.
she thought they’d last and now a month later
he’s dating someone else,
but his mother says he’s confused and will
come back soon, so she’s
holding out hope.
i guess that’s inevitable at this moment, but
i wish i could shake her and say:
pick up your hope, throw it across your back,
carry it away, and set it down somewhere else.
when you’re in an ocean it’s a good thing
to let go of an anchor.
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