They always told me
To just let you go

But how?

How can I let kisses,
Hugs, love making,
Smiles, laughter,
Late night snacks,
Your eyes,
Happiness,
Just go?

Why do they expect me to
Somehow let go of the goodness
Just because some days weren't perfect?

I do not believe in perfection
But **** it,
I believed in us,
Bad days or good,
I believed in us.