Letting Go

They fell

as soft promises,

once held tightly

then loosened,

like secrets whispered

into the silence of rain.

White blooms

surrendering to the ground,

with no need to be held.

Pavement caught them,

not like a cage,

but like a soft memory,

damp with feeling.

Each petal,

a piece of yesterday,

drifting into puddles,

like dancing

to the rhythm

of letting go.

But oh, love

it’s important to let go

when there is no place

to be held.

Like the rhythm of petals

learning to fall,

Like love

not always in the holding,

but in the way it stays

after the hands are gone,

in the way it rains

to fall again.

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