If I do not let you go, I am selfish
But if you go, you are selfish.
The pain is not so much in want
But more in seeing your anguish
As you wrestle with yourself
The pain is not so much in lack of provision
But more in your choice
Made when hopes shadowed clarity
In slumber where gentle should be
Yet creases line your brow
That is pain.
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