I’ve never been one to let anything go…I’ll break it down inch by inch to try to make sense of things. I’ll go through blaming myself to blaming the moon. I’ll throw fits of rage kicking the sand and screaming at the waves, then I’ll sit in quiet depression. I’ll go back and forth with my thoughts until I can no longer think. I’ll stay up all night writing what I think happened then I’ll cry all day, mostly because I’m tired but can’t seem to close my eyes.
Then finally there’ll be some ease. I’ll be ok for awhile, a few weeks, maybe a year, and then I’ll remember something and the process will begin again. You see…
I let go of you long ago with my my arms, it’s my heart that’s still holding you…..
Cause I’m not there yet, but perhaps
Soon Enuff….
Amy….