Strange. How it feels to let go.
Silence envelops me.
Not the graveyard silence.
The walking a tightrope thousands of feet
above the ground, really focused and alert
I didn’t know until a few nano-seconds before
I let go, my wanting to love you had become
a desperate, cloying death grip.
For love’s sake, I had to release you.
So I did.
Strange. How it feels letting go.
Peace envelops me.
Not the peaceful resignation that follows the ending of things.
THE ANY MOMENT I MIGHT MUTATE INTO A
BEING OF LIGHT peace.