And do not think
-not for the smallest fraction
of a second-
that I let you go
for lack of love.
I let you go because
my white-knuckled grip
was suffocating you,
was draining me,
was killing us both,
slowly.
Do not imagine, my love,
-do not let your mind trip
over the possibility-
that it is because I no longer care,
that I release you
into the wide world.
I am letting you go
because if I don't,
we will both drown.
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