Letting you go is watching you leave.
With pleading heart, red eyes, tear-stained face, golf ball stuck in my throat and knot in the pit of my stomach.
Watching you pack our life together in one suitcase.
Making it lighter by leaving me behind.
You left the door open for my next.
I closed it shut. Put on a lock.
You left but your memories…. they are with me.
I put them in a wooden box wrap it in a satin cloth with a lace bow on top and a card addressed to your next lover…
“Just so you know…
Letting him go was hard
But loving him was harder…
But worth it.
worth every tear, every smile…
I couldn’t make him stay
I hope you do.”
I don’t know how long I will take to mail it.
But with every breath I am letting you go.
No hatred, no grudges
Only love with a tinge of sadness.
-From a girl who is trying to let go.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
