Letting go
Is a lie-awake stare at the ceiling kind of thing
A 3am to 6:15 kind of hour
Felt in the body
Deep in the bones
Wondering how long this feeling will last
Like an endless mirage
Pools of questions,
And a touch deeply missed,
A magnetic pull of gravity
On grounds that wouldn’t shift,
A long ago memory,
After everything a reminder that,
You tried everything.
You tried
Everything.
And through all the trying you are now finally left
In the stillness of an empty bed
Paint scratches on the wall where
The photos hung
The effort is no longer exhausting
But now leaves you quiet
In the empty home you once built for two
It leaves you hungry for answers
Of what comes next
You feel the ticking of time
Your body pulses it,
And against time you wrestle,
With the fleeting feeling of
Is this all there is left?
Through time you wonder,
And around time, you wait
But perhaps with time you begin to sense
The sunrise still rises, with or without them
And perhaps something else is arriving
And that maybe just maybe
That is everything.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
Letting go
Is a lie-awake stare at the ceiling kind of thing
A 3am to 6:15 kind of hour
Felt in the body
Deep in the bones
Wondering how long this feeling will last
Like an endless mirage
Pools of questions,
And a touch deeply missed,
A magnetic pull of gravity
On grounds that wouldn’t shift,
A long ago memory,
After everything a reminder that,
You tried everything.
You tried
Everything.
And through all the trying you are now finally left
In the stillness of an empty bed
Paint scratches on the wall where
The photos hung
The effort is no longer exhausting
But now leaves you quiet
In the empty home you once built for two
It leaves you hungry for answers
Of what comes next
You feel the ticking of time
Your body pulses it,
And against time you wrestle,
With the fleeting feeling of
Is this all there is left?
Through time you wonder,
And around time, you wait
But perhaps with time you begin to sense
The sunrise still rises, with or without them
And perhaps something else is arriving
And that maybe just maybe
That is everything.
Unfinished? keep going or leave as is?
