Let Go

It's easy to let go. It's easier to stand on my own again. It wasn't easy listening to you that night. Watching you leave. Closing the door as a final "Bye" was vocalized. It is easy to go on. It was easier to live before, though.
It's easy. Ha. Not like reciting ABC's easy.
Not like pouring a glass of milk easy.
More like climbing mountains easy.
Crossing rivers easy. Oh you know how it is? How your legs ache and standing becomes the challenge?
Or how it hurts to literally move them and walk away? Those pieces of me. They mimic my resolve. Be nice. Be humble. Be Kind. Although I still have to remind myself "I'm good". Yet, I'm not.
It got easier...but not that easy.