In lifes precarious dance across divided cliffs, where fragile ties bind us to both friend and foe, trust not every outstretched handfor only through the rare, humble struggle of authentic hearts can we bridge our divides and find the freedom to reflect a shared, enduring truth
The Last Loves Dance In the tender weave of adulting, friendships softly fade. To part from you is not prides cold decree Your absence carves a canyon in my fragile hearts terrain. Yet, I choose to release you, though my soul aches, no throne of pride, For self-care demands this quiet, piercing break. My waning love, a tender gift, I offer to those who hold me near, Who mend my festering wounds with care. My last tears, like rivers etched from the shattered dreams of youth, Will fall with those who weep within my sorrows embrace.