A Farewell To Arms

i dont need them anymore.
they wont be holding you.

the only purpose they serve
is to reach out
time and again

into a dark yellow
morning,
probing for a word.

but as i let go,
i hope you know that
i am all
for you.

and i still have
that heart.
even if it is smaller
and colder,
its here loitering,
waiting for a fine.
or even the time of day.