We Let Them Go

Why last moments shared with a great love are allowed to pass.

permission of Issey Nakajima-Farran

How soft their eyes, in their final moments, so similar to their first.

Wrapped in innocence, they search inside themselves with a naked thirst.

There is no malice, no plea, they stare with a spellbound, honeyed smile.

They ask not, are open, yet cast doubt on our efforts, our guilt they beguile.



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Kevin Farran

Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard