on letting go

i am good at letting go.
it feels like i was made for it, sometimes;
my fingers uncurl too easily,
ties fading gently
into nothing.
it is a willing descent,
letting people slip
through my fingers.
i am comforted by the thought that
i’m (probably) better off
without them
and they’re (definitely) better off
without me.
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