Art of Letting Go

Art of Letting Go

Holding hands
Holding hearts
Holding souls
But tonight
Holding nothing

In bed
Alone
Too much
Comforter
But it doesn't
Bring comfort
At this hour
To any of this
Myself

Drawn out
All this
With her
The epilogue
After
A beautiful
Beginning

And as the
Final scene
Ends
We
Fade to
Black

Back to
Where I started
Alone
By myself

As I'm
No longer
Holding
Anything
Except
What's left
The pieces
A ruined masterpiece

And because
She can
Say it
So nicely
While
Meaning
So little

Letting go
Isn't hard
It's an
Art