I heard you cry for the first time
And I hope it lasts a little while
There were no tears
Just loss
It's like you're in search of a great sadness
There is none to be found
It's so peaceful here
And yet, you are still looking back
At the person you used to be, that you moved on from.
They carried you well, and they deserve to be mourned.
Regardless their weight
You've always held them lightly.
But others carry you now
And there is a responsibility to being loved
It asks us to be better and we should not refuse.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
I heard you cry for the first time
And I hope it lasts a little while
There were no tears
Just loss
It's like you're in search of a great sadness
There is none to be found
It's so peaceful here
And yet, you are still looking back
At the person you used to be, that you moved on from.
They carried you well, and they deserve to be mourned.
Regardless their weight
You've always held them lightly.
But others carry you now
And there is a responsibility to being loved
It asks us to be better and we should not refuse.
I think there is something to be said about how growth can feel like moving on from yourself
