Elastic
I can’t be here anymore.
I long for it.
I stretch myself to be with you.
I strain my tired soul
Wearing it thin
So that you might pull upon it more.
And when I try to take it back
To snap it back into place
To its natural shape
You never seem to follow.
Perhaps it is inherent, then
That to be with you
I must be elastic.
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