I Let You Go…
In pursuit of my happiness,
I missed ours.
Somewhere along the road we traveled hand in hand,
we let go.
I thought it was to turn the page.
How long does that take?
When I reached for you,
It was to late.
Maybe we will always be to late,
Maybe I will keep fishing for your hand,
and you will find mine.
My love for you stands still,
Head turned back, facing the golden path we came down together.
Bright and exuberant at the beginning,
Faded grey closer and closer
To where I find myself standing,
I did not have the words
Cold as stone in a stream frozen by winters touch.
you used to wash over me in a warm constant flow.
Tonight the only flow is that of tears.
Warm with hurt of old wounds
I am forced to tether
Now just realizing, I admit,
My only regret this far in life
Is not having the words you needed to hear
The words I needed to say
Burying myself in the fantasy was to easy,
I failed you there
We failed each other…
I prepare myself to let you go,
As you have let me drift away
Suddenly I find myself having words.
In our journey together
we did not need them,
We said it to each other with every embrace, kiss, caress, giggle, smile,
Cross glance or growl.
Our relationship was poetry in motion
I never found myself having to explain
At least not often!
I feel the need to express this
Late is better then never,
So I put my hands in my pockets
And slowly move on;
Whether it forward or sideways,
I’m not sure yet,
I just know now
I have to move…