The edge is fear

But the fall is freedom


Out of

Falling out of love

Is like finally waking up

And not remembering how

Or when

You fell asleep.

Who this is meant for

I’ve written so many poems

Using ‘you’ instead of your name

That I almost forgot

Who I’m writing these for

The pain is still too sharp

around certain edges

And I hope you understand

What your name carries with it

And why I can’t give it any more weight

But regardless

if you come across this

I hope you know that

Every you

Is for you