Let’s talk letting go, when it becomes extremely hard and you keep telling yourself that you’ll finally get there and it can’t be hard, at least not that hard…
I could count the hair on your back
The nape of your neck still calls me
Every time I close my eyes I see it rise
Dancing obediently to the rhythm of my touch
I probably miss your body
No, maybe I miss you.
You could see my soul with your eyes
You visited my dreams with your lips
Haunted me with your spirit
Punished me with your existence
Maybe I miss your presence
No, I probably miss you.
I have visited my forefathers to appease thy spirit
My dark side has been saying silent prayers to your ghost
My eye-balls have been breaking with nothing to swim on
I have lost my heaven to some great nothingness
I tell me that I could miss you a little less
Convincing my hands that the art of letting go is easy.
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