Like Lemmings Leaping Off A Cliff

You followed your heart.

There’s nothing I can say

against that. You followed

your heart back to the shark

pit, like it was a hook in the

side of your lip and it hurt

too much to not go along,

even if you’d be snapped up

in the end. The water’s

already got the scent of

you in it, and I don’t want

to watch the feeding.

You followed your heart

into the boxing ring, only

the gloves are off and no

one’s cheering for you.

We’re just stunned,

mouths hung open,

drying in wonder,

wincing in anticipation

for the bruises his fists

give like gifts. They’ll come.

They’ll come.

You followed your heart.

I just wish mine had not

toddled after you.

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