Poem
She Lets Go
by Brendan Ryan •
Her hand in mine
she walks looking back
at all the bright colours –
that’s a funny man.
She says what she feels
and teaches me what I thought I used to know.
The warmth of her hand
the sense that she will never let go,
even though her body
is twisting back to examine
a piece of glass with writing on it.
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