by Monique G
I let go.
I let go of all you said I shouldn’t.
I let go of all you cherished of me —
That part of me you carried so slyly around.
Well, it is winter now.
The season where we once chased adventurous quests,
Beautiful beaches, serene sunsets,
And the tantalising breeze.
Each moment of love magnified
With every passing minute.
Those promises of never letting go,
Of this beautiful companionship —
Never letting go of us.
The us we built so strongly,
Brick by brick,
year by year.
We celebrated milestones —
The quiet cementing of our bond.
There were hearts and hands intertwined.
There were flowers blooming.
It was peaceful, yet breathless.
I was losing myself in you.
I was breathing through you.
I was living in you.
You had no right to break me,
To steal me from myself.
Look now what you’ve done.
You broke down all the walls,
And then you set yourself free.
You left me in those shattered ruins —
Walls once filled with love, care, and happiness,
Now nothing but a sorrowful carcass.
Still, I waited.
Pounding in grief.
Waiting for you to return
By the sunset.
But you found another paradise of love.
You found yourself another being.
A new love.
A new nest.
A new beginning.
You left me — never to return.
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Did it not strike you
That you carried a part of me within you?
Did you never realise
You would have to return it
To truly start afresh?
You should silence it,
Unless you wish to be haunted.
Burn that part of me you carry,
And begin again.
Believe me —
You wouldn’t want streams of tears
Clouding your special moments.
It would spare you
A ton of trouble and explanation.
And I say this
For your betterment —
For after all,
You are not stronger than me.
But speaking of me —
I will not wait here
In these ruins.
I have done my share of waiting.
I have scorched myself in the sun,
Scalded my skin.
My heart has bled enough.
Now I must reclaim my self-esteem.
I let go of that part of you
That once lived within these walls —
This so-called love
That we once created.
That part howls
For the want of safety.
To me, it is now
A memoir of deceit.
I see it wailing, mourning,
Longing for my company.
But I shrug it off
And fly away.
I fly into a new world.
Finally —
I let go of you.
