HOW?

How do I let you go?

They wonder if I’m in denial.

I’m not putting up on a show,

just you – on a pedestal.

I was glad to see you that night.

It’s been a while, old friend.

You seemed more than alright

since you’ve got a new girlfriend.

I never thought that I could fall in love again,

despite the time and space between us.

You still don’t know and I’d rather pretend

that my heart was much too solid to be crushed.

How do I always know when to let go?

My father, my late father, was the only honest man I knew.

He once told me:

“No one can and will always stay for you,

no matter how much you want them to.

It’s a matter of time before they leave you too.”

So … I know.

I’ve always known when and how to let you go.

I want you to feel safe with me

and never feel responsible for my feelings.

I’d rather keep that smile on your face

every time you greet me

like a good, old friend you’ve longed to see

or a big sister you love so dearly.

No worries.

I’ve played the same role

way too many times before.

They call this loneliness.

I embrace this solitude.

My late father had always been on point,

even as I have to remain, Ms.Independent,

and simply deal with my pain.

Besides,

you’ve always looked most beautiful when you’re in love.

Who am I to try to take that away from you?

Who am I to deny the truth?