It’s Called Breaking

I had a dream last night that
you held my hand and playfully asked me

“Why are you holding my hand?”

And you held it fast when I tried to let go
and I thought to myself:

“Maybe it’s time to be less pessimistic”

then I woke up
to the same feeling of falling
slowly into fire.

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