Letting Go (Without Regret)
April 8, 2025 at 1:31 PM
You mattered. You did.
But I unfolded my fingers—
now I only scroll through your shadows.
You mattered. You were.
But I set you adrift.
And I don’t miss a single wound.
You were golden once—
a fierce companion,
a steady hand.
Yet you’ll vanish again,
as if I’m air.
Guess what?
I unclenched.
I yield.
I’ll wait (and forgive the delays).
Maybe you’ll return.
Maybe you won’t.
Either way—
I’m still.
Like a python in the sun.