I’ve always had a hard time letting go
I grab and grasp
shoving things into my oversized heart
Stuffed animals and old friends
Children’s books and unrequited crushes
Dead dogs and old drawings
Ignoring the pain I know this attachment will bring
Some part of me knows:
I’ll never see my camp friends again
I’ll never date the person I like
I’ll never love these books as much as I did
I’ll never get my dogs back by holding on
But the rest of me, desperately
grasps and holds, crying out that
“If you hold on, they can’t leave!
It will be normal again.”
but that’s wrong
as my best friend pointed out last night
(even though she just meant it for one thing, she was still right)
nothing can be normal again,
after decisions I’ve made,
things that have happened
even if I try
So instead, I’ll try to take her advice
I’ll let go
It’s hard to abandon the people and things
you once loved so dearly
but holding on this long has only brought pain
so, finally
I’m letting go

Oh those long summer nights
Usually spent in the backyard with smoke in the air
And old country music mixing in with the laughter

Everyone’s smile is as big as the summer sun
From roasting marshmallows to driving on old backroads at early hours
And staying up all night just to see the sun rise

Oh the sweet summer sun
I’ll never stop wishing for the tan lines we get
to last forever and ever
Spending all day on those bluffs
The rush you get when you jump into the cool lake water for the first time will probably never get old

Summer is the love of my life
It brings an abundance of happiness to my life
And just the word makes me feel all warm inside
The best memories I’ve made have been during that wonderful time

What other kind              of creature could divide        
        Each different thing             into its different sides                
  With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides