He Forgot

He wanted me to let go,
He didn’t want me to hurt.
He thought it was an exchange,
Without which I couldn’t perch.

He felt a tear was all it took,
For the lover’s will to hunch,
He forgot that in ‘just’ loving him,

I found my own comfort.

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