Sometimes...
The connection must be
broken
When two beings meet at
a crossroad
A parting of the ways
comes to be
Not as punishment...
Betrayal...
Or abandonment
But as a form of
survival
To preserve the
remaining respect, worth, and the time invested
The dignity of
something that once was sought
Planted...
Cultivated...
Nurtured...
And embraced
Memories link us
Our days lived become
our days remembered
Now past...
We honor it
Given to us those days
borrowed
We return it with no
debt owing
Striking our pen to a
new crisp piece of paper upon the pages of the book of our lives
We are the author and
the only owner to that right
And the keeper of the
light
All that we send out
into the world
And that which we wish
to receive
Shed a tear within
sentimental reflection
Let the grief of the
passing moment move you to the next step upon the path of life
Our happiness is
deserved and worth knowing
Be kind to your inner
being
Treasure it all
Its experience gained
Fondly known
Now erased...
Or pieces of echoes
will still recall within the minds eye
These are the words we
should not fear
Embrace the known
And let pass what has
been with the setting sun of yesterday.
©
2015
