Your stuffs still here for me to clear
I have no clue what to hold as dear
I think it’s time, it’s been a year
And so with love I release
Your
toothbrush
Your
razor
Your
shaving cream
Your
t-shirts
Your
undershorts
Your
socks
Your
shoes
Your
shirts
Your
pants
Your
coats
Your
gloves
And somewhere in the releasing I learn
What I should hold dear
Your
laughter
Your
smile
Your
smirk
Your
jokes
Your
power
Your
presence
Your
gifts
Your
love
And in the releasing and the letting go
I find my way forward
I learn to transform the ‘we are’ to ‘I am’
I
am alone but not lonely
I
am strong
I
am resilient
I
am a reflection of the best of us
I
am enough
I learn to release our dreams
Of
traveling the world
Of
growing old together
Of
wrinkles
Of
failing bodies
Of
watching the children grow
Of
growing wisdom
Of
holding hands
I learn to make my own dreams
Of
traveling the world
Of
growing old
Of
wrinkles
Of
watching the children grow
Of
finding my passion
Of
finding my joy
And I learn
I
have you inside me
I
take you with me
You
make me laugh still
I
see you in the sunset
I
see you in the children
I
feel you in my heart
Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.
Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.
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