Poetry : Little by little

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Little by little…

What if we had let the world flow?

I don’t like to write poems like these,

But what if we had fought a little more?

I lost you and you lost me, and together

We missed the opportunity to love

One another so sweetly and so deep, for

A lot longer than we did.

Too bad, my heart says.

Let it go, thinks my brain.

My limbs reach for you,

But my hands know it will just be air.

Do you think, perhaps, that

At one point, we will think:

What if we had let the world flow?

What if we hadn’t let go?

I really hope not.

I don’t want to think about you anymore.

I tried.

You let go.

It was I who fought until the end. It was

You who cried and walked away.

The night your voice turned cold,

My heart stopped its beats.

And now that it beats again, it misses you.

I can tell.

I feel weak.

But although I am sad,

In the end,

I was the one willing to fight.

I try to tell my heart that you are no

Longer for us, but it cries sometimes.

Time, I say. Give it time. Slowly, it heals.

But I think it still waits for you at night.

Never again, my brain tells my heart.

Careful, or you will not open up for anyone else.

Little by little, my heart listens, but it hasn’t been easy.

Tears no longer flow.

And hope slowly grows.

And my heart gently heals.

Knowing that time is what it needs.

Poetry