The Letting Go Poem by DAVID TERRY

Letting go is much harder than falling in
With regret, whence we met, now black threat
Silently going, ebbing, flowing
While space will replace what filled within

Keenly die what was once alive and warm
Trying not feel what is lacked, or to look back
Unwelcome, moribund, winsome, lonesome
While to gray ashes burn down the fading embers

Growing faint from heart-song to empty forlorn notes
Quietly destroy, employ the death of joy
Music fades, cold in shade, forbade and betrayed
Until the tune becomes but wistful sad remote

Cool to freeze what never wanted to know such cold
Once warmed by the sunlight of one’s heart bright
Buried, walled up, covered, closed up
Imprisoned away to never challenge with love so bold