Holding On

It’s quite funny
As the seconds tick by
And stretch into hours
Of your perfect silence
As I keep waiting
For an answer
That the entire world knows
Shall never come.

Funny how people
Would rather indulge
Into welcome depths of denial
Shout into empty rooms
And knock on doors
That you will never open
As your icy absence
Suffocates fiery passion.

And yet isn’t it funny indeed
How we hold on
The tightest before
Letting it all go
Is it time to let go?
Because it feels like
You’re itching to fly
And I’m holding onto nothing.



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