Re-Lation-Ships

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I think I’m ready
to let go of certain people,
to finally let go—
not with a grand speech
nor with a bang,
but softly,
with a whimper.

I’m ready to let go.

I don’t need them.
I don’t want them.
Society whispers otherwise,
yet I’m becoming wise enough
to see I don’t.

I’m learning:
what I have is enough.
I needn’t force relationships.

Sometimes less suffices:
enough to be fulfilled,
enough to feel loved,
enough to be supported.

I don’t care
how many people come
to my funeral.
I only care
that those I want
stand by me
in the end.

In other words,
if you don’t know
where I want my ashes scattered,
there’s no pressure to come
and immortalize me.