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Featherweight
I hold the feather up into the wind, watching it shudder back and forth. The wind tugs at its fragile and ragged form; relentless; just waiting for me to relax my fingers and give it up to the wild and unforgiving gusts. I imagine the feeling of it slipping from my grasp; whipped away in a second; forever lost. I grip tighter.
I think of holding your hand, of you pulling away, and of me refusing to let go. I think of how far away you are, and remember the day you left; how my eyes stung, but not with tears. It was the bitter cold, the ferocious wind. It tore you away from me.
It feels odd without you, but I have grown used to it. The feather is really fighting me now. It wants to be free, to soar and fall; to fly. I suddenly understand that deep desire. My chest feels empty, as though something huge that once occupied it has unexpectedly abandoned its post. I let go.
The feather vanishes, seeming to become part of the air around it. And just like that all the care I had for you slides away, to be carried off by the wind. It doesn’t even put up a fight, and my heart continues to beat, regardless. The tears finally come: tears of shock and disbelief. I sit on the grass and feel the loss keenly, as though I have just discovered that what I always believed to be a diamond is, in fact, merely plastic, and worthless.
And so it ends. I wonder how I could ever have called it love.
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