rivercrow

Boundaries are good things.
I’m trying to see where I can let you go.
You’re very close, closer than I’d dared to dream, but I don’t think you realize how near you are.
Today, the flood broke loose, washed me out. I had to close the door against it.
Found my feet, and stood again, and leaned against the door to keep my balance.
There’s not a thing you could have done. I was going that way anyway.
I’m unsteady, but I’ll survive.
I can see I can trust you some.
Can you trust me?
Can you trust yourself?
How far can we go within the confines of this structure?
It’s like writing a sonnet in strict Elizabethean form,
five feet, iambic, build the argument, bring the conclusion….

Where to set the boundaries?

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