will wait their whole lives

this reminds me of:
ginger steps across crystal sand
in early morning–
hands extended, cupped tender around an idea.
reaching the end of the line,
I am raising my arms,
I am peeling my hands back,
I am watching you fly away.

i am letting go.

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