I'm holding on
to everything you're leaving here
The lies we told ourselves
somehow came true
Blistering what was held inside,
dilating in light
after being in chasms
through the time
before all this counted toward the lie
that somehow found its truth
I'm holding on to everything
I don't know
whether I'll ever see your face again,
even though it represents
such a turning point
I love you
Matt Mauldin
1995
Atlanta, GA
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