Do not be careless.

Frailty, propped up by hope,

and that wish for some fairy tale ending,

suggests that one handle with care and

if you cannot do this, for this person, for you,

then let them go.

I fear, though, it may be too late…

Settling into the crevices of a heart,

winding oneself into the blood thumping,

through, within, and all around,

all that is heard above that din of rushing life,

a plea.

Do not be careless.

Destination of choice is singular for most,

a place that feels, looks, sounds like home.

Safe. Where love can flourish. Free.

Without those chains that carelessness can heap upon

the back of this stripped, vulnerable, open being.

Do not be careless.

Not with this beautiful being,

who harbors only the hope of requited love and affection.

If you are unable to do this, for this person, for you,

then

please let them go.