I LET YOU GO
I let you go but long to pull you back each and every day.
I see you walking on down the road... the road of life... and want.
I want to call your name, to bring you back, to hold you close.
But I cannot. I hope that you will someday understand that.
Selfish desire and fear do not build a future.
I let you go.
Let us go then our separate ways.
Paths that were carved with different tools, different desires.
Yours from self possession, energy and passion and mine from a clinical need to belong.
It's all so silly, our two month walk. Through the heat of Southern Alabama, the sand of Florida... through
the stickiness of our lives.
Your were at the age of becoming... you are just starting your walk. I have been and will continue my
journey... I am still becoming, even at my age. Who is to discern what age is appropriate. Who is to
question the age of love. When need grabs hold in human form and belonging is found in another's eyes.
Arms giving place. Legs and limbs and lips finding a home. A walk to Anywhere with You. Or at least a
comfortable place to walk.
I let you go... still. Over and over. Still. Always. Go.
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