There’s no rush
Like the feeling you are falling
From the air
To land upon a cloud of disarray
She left for you;
In spades.
There is no wrinkle
Like the time you left
Everything you had known
Because the thought of walking away
Was so attractive
That absolutely nothing
Could get you to stay.
There is no truth
Like the one you hold onto
Every single day
Even though a lie
Could break you.
Why in such a hurry to fall
When you know
You can’t handle it?
Josephine Ranes 
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