When He Let Go

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

The bicycle moved because his hand was gone. I shouted when I noticed, furious at balance, afraid of the open street. Behind me he was running, not holding, close enough to hear. Years have only widened that bright strip of road: his love, letting go without going away.
48 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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