I stretched out my limbs for you.

Painfully, they strecthed to the sky.

I tried so very hard to lift you from the ground

To raise you up

So that you would feel the breeze.

So that your tears would dry 

From the Sun's providing and motherly warmth.

But you couldn't do it. 

You fell hopelessly to the ground

Gliding on a solemn melody the wind carried. 

Letting your sadness drag you down

You landed softly with a thud on the dirt.

And you told yourself: "Back from whence you came".

And I just stared. 

Knowing that I couldn't move from my tableau.

I just stared. 

Crying.

I stared.

I didn't want this to happen.

Please believe that.

You chose to let go. 

You let the space separate us.

So now

I must stop crying.

But I cannot rush the grief process.

I do not like letting go. 

But 

I 

Must 

Let 

Go