Paperweight

You look at our intertwined hands
Like they’re letters you meant to reply to
And never did

When I tell you it’s fine to let go,
You turn my corners in and fold me
Into the shape of your pocket

Whole or in pieces
I’m still just a tree you were falling from;
One you never meant to climb

But I let you keep me anyways
Even out of sight,
Because I can’t hold onto myself

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