I do beseech you give him leave to go.

Sometimes growing up is only this
Learning how to give space to he who needs it.
In earlier days, I might have held tight or
Walked along the same path, the very same path
Or rather, the brush and rocks and thorns beside it
Letting you go but not giving you leave
When the time machine dumps me out in front of my younger self,
I’ll quote this line.

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