A Road of Poetry

Letting Go

We met in late November.
The temperature was dropping,
But somehow it wasn't so cold
Whenever we were talking.

You always spoke of the girl
Who showed you the moon
But who also broke your heart.
I hoped you'd feel better soon.

I liked to think I could make
The emptiness in your chest
More bearable-- that because of me,
Your aching heart could rest.

But that hole in you,
I knew only she could fill.
Yet, you told me I was the brightest star,
And I found myself beginning to feel.

Of course, you could never forget
Your love right at home
For a girl who loved you
Through the screen of a phone.

For the moon was your lover
And the stars, just your friends.
I knew that, but still couldn't prepare
For how our story ends.

Here I am writing poems again,
In hopes you'll come to know
That the star who once loved you
Is finally letting go.