Letting go or holding on

I can’t help myself from looking back, I often do.

Your dark bedroom I searched for love in.

in your bed seemed so familiar

even though I couldn’t understand why…

You were in the other room/place while I was with him

taking in all of your essence.

Day’s turned into weeks then months and years

and even before then it was always about forgetting.

I knew that moment in my car

Our story hadn’t even begun.

If no one does anything to make things happen, nothing will and opportunities can pass by quickly for that particular moment.

It happened!



I laugh at the innocence of my curiosity of your house closets.

How I always felt a strange home like feeling in your presence.

All the memories my heart held were enough to make me search for you again.

Smoking bud,

long ass drives with no destination…

One decision changes it all.

Poof!  It’s over.  How can we allow people we enjoy so much to just go away.

I always fear this is another Passing moment.  I wonder if this time I have made you feel enough.

Mornings,

your bed once again

this time it’s different… surprises left by you everywhere

… OK, here’s my heart….

Nevermind!

Continuously

I’m full of doubt.

Is this real,

will we stay

and this time will you remember my name?

I let go…

I hold on…

I let go..

I hold on..

I let go.

I hold on… and won’t let go~

Michele Renee