There should be no need.
No heart pounding hard against chest,
no palpitating anxiety.
There should be no need.
Demands,
none.
Answers,
only kindly.
Smiles,
not clenching jaw and bearing teeth.
Freedom.
To roam.
I.
Released from my thoughts,
I release you.
I do not keep -
keep.
As if it was my choice.
But it is.
Hello bound leather.
Good-bye, SS.
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