Wednesday, August 27, 2008

This Night

Photo: Drinks Machine on Flickr

It's about letting go of something,
steadily
until it's far enough away that there's no pushing anymore.

It overwhelms, bringing tears
puddles
rivers
slipstream

(between the viaducts of my dreams)

It has been too much

and not enough.

If I hang on any longer, I will collapse
I will have shut doors that were wide open
and I will stay the same age while the world grows past me….
I don't want to have that worry in my heart…

It will still be a memory,
and I will remember every second
of every good bit.
Nothing is lost, for
it was perfect for what it was.

2 comments:

m. said...

"it was perfect for what it was"

I love this line. It's true.

Jen (MahaloFashion) said...

Great words jen.