It's hard. When you're attached and you can't let go. You can but you don't want to. Even when you know you should. It can be sad. You can be sad. It's okay. If it hurts. That's okay. It'll get better, maybe.
It's easy too sometimes. You're done and ready to go. When you want to. There's nothing left to give or take or both. Maybe you shouldn't. It can be happy. You can be happy. It's alright. It can be freeing. That's alright. It's better probably.
