It's over. H'es gone.
Why do we have to part while
the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when
someone buds goodbye?
Why do beginnings have an end?
Why do we have to meet
only to lose in the end?There are questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung,
loved left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship,
one of the hardest things to do
is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you'll never know when you
will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go,
feel not the pain of parting:
it is they who stay behnd that suffer,
because they are left
with memories of love
that was meant to be,
a love that was.
At the beginning oand at the end
of a relationship,
we aere embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem,
but that's the way lvoe goes.
That's the drama, the bittersweet
and the risk of falling in love.
After all, noting is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to it's end
without us knowning when,
without us knowing how,
without us knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to
but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come
not a single spy but in batallion.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every beat of you heart,
every blink of your eye and every breath
you take always reminds you of him.
It's like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world
becomes depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are a billion people on earth
and yet it seems you feel lonely
and empty without the other.
I dont know if it's worth calling an art,
but letting go entails
special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes
a little push on out part.
Acceptance plays a part.
Not all love stories end with
"...and they lived happily ever after."
Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would
mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It's something we can't control,
something we had to live up.
It"s over.
H'es gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.
There will be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken.
letters will be read,
poems will be recited in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in solitude and
promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.
