they gave. The habit and tolerance they eventually
came to represent.
Now, I don’t have those arms. I have no expectation,
no routine. I have no worries or concerns.
It was hard to give up those arms, that smile, those
eyes; which I came to realize did not care for me as
much as I cared back. At the same time, its nice to
meet new arms, new smiles, new eyes; that prove to me
I can be liked.
Peace at the fact that other arms can provide that
comfort and warmth, without asking for more in return,
brings me joy. Happiness over knowing that custom
shouldn’t be stronger than love, gives me hope.
Now, I can think of the past and not miss those arms.
I have new arms that welcome me, with an open heart.