Letting Go

There are things I'll never give back.

Things I'm meant to keep,

like this little tear

in my heart caused,

by letting go.

I can only watch through windows,

not allowed to speak

and it's hard to bear

the silencing

of what I know.

And,

we always crash when the glass breaks,

( I'm so afraid she'll lose herself)

then we scream until the world aches,

and her fire dies

while I ache inside......

She can't hear me anyway.

I never know the right thing to say.

There are things I'll never get back.

Things that I can't keep,

but the hardest part

of precious things

is letting go.

I can only watch through windows,

wait for her to speak,

cause it cuts my heart

all this broken glass,

I love her so.

So much is said in silence. You can hear it with your eyes.

With this flimsy mask of quiet, she can see through my disguise.

And,

we only crash when the glass breaks,

(and I'm so afraid she'll lose herself)

then we scream until the world aches,

and her fire dies

while I ache inside...

She can't hear me anyway.

I never know the right thing to say.