Moonlight
crawling out of
the sea,
we are
no longer
inseperable.
One
now two
torn,
forlorn
yet half my heart
yearns for you.
The other part rebels.
There is
no unfeeling
your touch,
no way
to unhear
your voice.
You are an echo,
unforgettable,
part of me.
Your parting gift
was an exit wound,
a way back in
through the time machine,
reflected moments,
good memories.
In a way
I guess you'll always be
a stubborn itch beneath my skin.
A whisper lost to ear
that travels often to heart
persuading me to love you,
or keep fighting like hell to let you go.
Decision's tree,
to be falling branches
or growing roots;
thrive or decay.
To hold on
or to let go of you,
both seem impossible
to choose and to do.
Even though we say goodbye to some relationships; their isn't always closure. Open ended questions remain, like could things be different if we were to try again or is this love one that has reached its ******. The decision and want to hold on or let go.