Letting Go


Balloons pop when they reach the top.

It’s time to let go and be free.

I came from one spot and I was with you

The next thing I knew I was with the wind.

Did you let go of me? Or did I let go of you?

Then at the top of the sky, I’ll be gone..

Pieces of memory will be left to fall,

but now in a different place, somewhere I don’t know,

shattered and cannot be put back together again.

Letting go will always be either,

the person has let go of you

or you allowed yourself to let go of that person.

Either way, pain will always be around for the sky to see.

[07 April 2008]

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