i think the saddest thing about all this letting go, is the hope that holds me close.
it is knowing that although it should be over...i'm not sure i have the strength to say goodbye forever.
but this yearning is meaningless, it is empty and hollow and cruel.
it's not like i blame you for any of it.
however this silence has strung too far and perhaps it is time to admit that you no longer want to be here.
that perhaps you have given up.
and perhaps, i need to give up too.
yet i wait.
i wait and wait and wait, to hear from you.
to have you fight for me.
but you're not coming, are you?
you're never coming back, are you?
so all i have to do, all i can do is keep the memory of you close to me.
its the only thing left that isn't tainted by life.
it is the only thing left that hasn't betrayed us.
and so it is.
YOU ARE READING
for me,
Poetryfor the very life God has brought upon me, for the happiness, the grief, the resentment and the anger in me, for being human; for being love.
