As Time Moves On
Where to start? The beginning, the middle, or the end?
I’ve always had trouble with my thoughts,
Whatever you read, let your mind decide.
With the onset of time, I met someone,
So it must be the beginning of this story.
It was sometime ago; I won’t say when,
Though now, they are no longer with me.
Did I not say I have problems with my thoughts?
Never met someone like this person,
In a short time, I could tell there were many differences,
Opinions, thoughts, and the way we lived our lives.
Being together, it seemed like walking on broken glass for both of us from the start.
We delved too fast into the depths of our hearts and minds.
We never really got to know each other well at first,
Left us time and again, again,
Our hearts, minds, and souls were wrecked with too many collisions of coming and going.
Though for myself it was self-evident,
It was like grasping onto a firebrand, time and again.
Each time we left and came back,
The firebrand burned the palm of my hand.
Healing each time, though less and less coming back.
Coming back the firebrand got hotter,
Our hearts, minds, and souls grew colder.
We grasped onto the firebrand over and over again.
The healing process never happened,
From a singe to a total burning through without help.
Finally, I decided to walk away, though held onto the memories,
Too much.
I neglected my ideas, plans, and purpose in life.
We were hurting each other, not even thinking about it twice.
I realized the path was being deviated to a paved road,
The path that was my own, full of beauty and imagination.
To hardened concrete and tar, used by so many as if
My way became others’ in a short time.
I have finally decided to relinquish myself to hopefully make all
of this story just a memory, only written.
The memories were once a noise, now becoming a whisper,
Hopefully after time, times, and half, just a quiet memory.
It has become rare if not at all; no longer do I look or see what they’re doing,
For it allows those memories to come back,
And for them hopefully they are well and moving on.
I cannot tempt myself with such reading or watching ever again,
To let others go is better than continuing with a bad temperament.
Faced with the knowledge of what might have been, it will never be.
We both must live our lives separately; nothing to propose in my mind to come back or have contact.
It is time to heal and go back to the path I once led.
Never give up on your ideas, plans, and purpose for no one.
For it is not just your faults to do so; it is both. We are not weak; we never want to release.
Yet we must release; letting go of our past and being gentle with it,
Like having a gentle dove in our hands, letting the creature go,
To whatever might be as time moves on.
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