Letting Go
Seeing you standing there,
After all this time.
I thought Id forgotten,
What its like to fly.
Right out of my mind,
Confused by your eyes.
They said you loved me,
I never saw that lie.
Maybe I never will,
Maybe Ill miss you.
When Im watching,
The rain falling down.
Falling so fast,
Like I did for you.
From the first time,
I saw your smile.
Yet that was yesterday,
Now theres nothing left.
I dont know what to say,
To fix what Id wronged.
You hide behind the past,
A past Im a part of.
: Still I think of you,
. Still wondering your thoughts. :
And I think youre letting go. .
cCopywrite August 1997 Library of Congress
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Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of traveling.
-Margaret Lee Runbeck
20th-Century
American Writer