You are the arrow and I am the bow
Drawn and taunt the bow string released
Fly away with aim so true
Free to live the life meant for you
Sadness seeps in
As I I realize my task is done
Comes the time to gently let go
As I watch you soar and feel you grow
I know what feels right
That my purpose is filled
But my love for you
Is melancholy colored blue
I will love you forever
Not just this life
Nor the next one of mine
But Truly, so truly till the end of time
But that matters not
At least not to you
So fly high and live free
Now and again please think of me
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Author:
analogaddict (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2025 09:16
- Comment from author about the poem: One must know when to let go
- Category: Reflection
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Very nice worded well speaking of letting go when needed. One needs to know one's limits and when it is better to cut one's losses.
I know all to well letting go of your real love is one of the hardest things to do, but if you love them you have to, and let them be happy and do as they choose, then hopefully in time the memories will be good on both sides, nicely expressed and written
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