Letting Go For My Own Sake

I miss you in the quiet hours,

When memories drift like autumn leaves,

Our laughter echoing in showers

Of moments neither heart retrieves.

We built a world of inside jokes,

Of secrets shared and dreams confessed,

But somewhere,

tangled in the spokes,

My spirit faltered,

lost its rest.

I tried to hold you close,

despite

The weight that pressed against my chest,

But every day became a fight

To give my weary mind a rest.

My cup,

once full from all we shared,

Grew lighter with each passing day

Too many times I simply cared

And let my own self fade away.

I chose to leave,

to save my soul,

To find some peace,

to breathe again,

But letting go has left a hole

Where once I sheltered from the rain.

I miss your voice,

your steady hand,

The way you knew just what to say,

But now I hope you understand

I had to turn and walk away.

My cup sits empty,

nearly dry,

A vessel worn by love and loss,

I whisper sometimes to the sky

And grieve the cost of what it cost.

Yet in this space,

I try to heal,

To gather strength,

to learn to be

A friend to self,

to gently feel

That letting go can set me free.

I hope one day my cup will fill,

With gentler friendships,

lighter days

But still,

I think of you,

and still

I miss you more than words can say.