you let go of me
like threads
on an old button
no longer intertwined
you were once my support
you held me together
you held me tight and close
slipped from my grip
you said everything
happens for a reason
i saw it as treason
you never gave me a reason
you betrayed your
own heart
love
how can someone so beautiful
be so hideous
on the inside
that
I will never know
The last day I had an encounter with someone I truly loved, I held on to their hands tightly and slightly pulled on the sleeve of their coat. A button on the sleeve came off easily since only one hole was supported by the thread of the coat lining. I kept the button. I had struggled to be a part of this person's life for almost four years. Each hole on the button represented a year. The last year was the year I finally had to learn to let go.