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Let Go

The hardest part is to let a friend know
who says I understand  but I got to go 
Who says I love you but I have to move on
because you have changed and I did not
Our friendship and my integrity questioned
You let go telling me I got you, do not feel abandoned
I get on my bike to let the memories of our rides flow
Things said that meant so much now just an afterthought
I twist the throttle standing on the pegs
I look ahead avoiding slick roots and whipping branches
making sure all of me is held tight in between my legs
Mud and dirt on my motorcycle front fender
You let me go because I am no longer of the same gender

 

1 comment

  • You never were “that” gender, hon. You always were who you are. You just needed to find yourself.

    Guy Natelli

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