Being Let Go

Being Let go


After the umpteenth time of having you

crawl urgently towards her in the darkness,

she opened up her hand to you and

showed you what emptiness truly is.

Being already cut adrift, she sat quiet

as an island while you wept out your dignity

into the abyss, suddenly opened up; watched you

rolling away, your fish-eyes now aware

of all those truths that were hiding patiently

behind your shoulder until a moment before.


Robert Ford

Robert Ford's poetry has appeared in both print and online publications in the UK, US and elsewhere, including The Interpreter's HouseDime Show ReviewButcher's Dog and San Pedro River Review. More of his work can be found at

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