Each time I fall
I reach for your hand,
using it to pull myself up.

I’m drowning in water
and there you are; my unwilling life preserver.

But that isn’t how love works, is it?
one person clawing their way along;
the other moseying in their own time.

That isn’t how love works,
that’s why I had to walk away.

McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Most recently, her flash fiction is featured in Black Hare Press’ anthologies, Oceans and Hate. She has published a middle-grade novel, Heartstrings, available on Amazon, as well as a poetry collaboration, 433 Lighted Way. McKenzie also runs a crafting blog: http://www.craft-cycle.com
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