The Mystery

You are the mystery.

Sometimes I feel you leaving, slipping through my fingers – other times I feel as though you are pulling me closer, not willing to let go.

So I cling because it’s easier –

until the day comes that the mystery is gone,

but I’m skeptical of that happening.

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