Slamming ajar

We’re drifting but your grip clings

with a loose hold

Its tight unease keeps me tugging 

You won’t let me unhinge, too proud to admit defeat and the need for me

Unequal strength is causing the door to sway between open and close

With no moment of it being ajar if only for a moment’s peace

I don’t feel wanted unless convenience calls

There is no genuine feeling left

Creeping paces around false apologies 

Words spoken to the air - unheard value, acknowledgement, inspiration, gratitude and love have been vacuumed away

Replaced with sensible socialising and dismissive silence of being 


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