I was holding on to you, not out of fear but rather routine, unaware that I was hurting you more than I.

That’s till I let you go, completely.

And we took off like two hares in a turtle race.

It takes routine maintenance sometimes, to fix the broken parts, and make them work together again.

That’s when you let me go,
completely.

And we finished like two turtles splitting hairs over wine.