Sometimes it seems I love without limit. I hold the hands of many, and hold the breath of many more in my heart. There is a wave of ever-expanding joy when I think of those I love. I smile from the inside out. This love is real and reflects the truth of the world I think. It’s real as long as I remember: you are not mine.
Because there is a part of me that wants to keep you. I want everything to stay the same. There are whispers of change and I want to hush them. There are glimpses of goodbyes and I shut them out. It’s all too much… Don’t want to think about all of that…
Maybe it’s time to let go.
I thought that I was free and so, in turn, were you. I’ve been so busy healing all the parts of my life that hurt, I ignored all those that flowed. What does that say? I thought we flowed. I thought we walked the same path, and maybe we do, but there is a fork in the road ahead.
I hate that fork. Maybe it’s time to let go.
All of you whom I love beyond the beyond, it has come to my attention that I have held you too close. You were never mine. How could I have what I am a part of and which is a part of me? We are everything. We are Love.
By holding onto you I deny the truth. By letting you go I affirm: there is nothing else but what we are.
I’m working on it. Hang in there. I’ll get it. I promise. I will.