loving and letting go

trying to forget what life with them was like

When you love someone, you let them go.

But nobody talks about the things ruined by you loosening your grasp.

Your bed, and the pillows they laid on, their scent lingers the satin sheets until you finally get the courage to wash them.

Your walk home is never the same and upon passing the bridge they loved you let out a deep sigh hoping tears don’t follow.

Your routine is off, for the first time in months, with many hours vacant. You cant think of anything else to replace it with so you lay in bed filling your empty days wondering why you could hold on a little tighter, love a little longer.

You constantly judge yourself, staring at a skeleton once so full of love, wondering where you went wrong.

You still wear their sweater, it reminds you of the days when the sky filled itself with clouds and you felt purpose in every waking moment.

You hold it

You cherish it, for as long as you can, because if they’re gone at least you have this piece of fabric to imitate a small fraction of what it was like to be held in their arms.