Maybe

Maybe I made a mistake, maybe my confession’s too late. None of that matters now, all that stands is my confession hanging in the air. Still, silent. I confessed, but what now? I let go, but what can I hang on to now? Can I hold on to now? Can I hold onto your hand, wrap my arms around your neck and hold you close?

I let go of my confession, but I can’t let go of you.