The Juggling Act

The hardest part about moving on

Has been the drop.

Your hand falls from mine,

And the cycle starts again.

The left side swoops in

To try to stop

What could have been

The end,

Now, the right has taken ahold

Of something new,

But the grip is weak,

And my finger shake,

And when the left hand rises

With the old hand in view

The right’s hold starts

To break.

I don’t know how much more juggling

I can take.