Let It Be
Working on a writing project that may or may not turn into a poem or perhaps a very short story. Don't know. Sometimes ideas come. I just write them down. I know the piece below needs a ton of work, but I thought I share a very rough draft on this safe space. It may expand into something or perhaps not. Again, it's not well written, but a muse whispered it, and I told the muse, we'll see... (image by Geralt)
Let it Be
No need for pain or closure
Back and forth, for too long
Just let it be
No need for tit for tat
No need to hurt the one she loves
No right, no left, no forward, no back
Just let it be
No reason for labels,
What it was or what could have been
Just let it be
Didn't give him up easily
Hanged on to the edge
Dangled for too long
until the strength left
Can't say she didn't try,
But one way effort is never fun
Sorry she didn't show up
She thought about it
But didn't want to just be
a number in the crowd
One on one moment stood no chance
Time came, and time left
When the feelings of fun and light
changed into intense
They often overwhelmed
the two independents
Two people from different worlds
Night and day in likes and dislikes
Perhaps in the middle
there could have been some compromise
He misunderstood for so long
No interest in the Altar
Not something she wanted
Never enjoyed the bondage
But when love is true
bondage has no chance
In a complex puzzle
The pieces advance
She was sorry he felt caged
Maybe it was never love
Maybe it was
Far away in distance and time
She could not catch up
Even if she tried
Life was hard on him
She wanted to be there
But now he's strong
It's time for her to mosey along
Too many hens in his life
Entertainment would not stop
She would not be in his way
She just wanted him to thrive
Her possessiveness would push him to run
She would cry
Love has changed her
to someone she could no longer recognize
No need for pain or closure
No need to hurt the one she loves
He needs his freedom and space
She gives him what he wants
Perhaps one day their paths would cross
They say hi
Reminiscence of what never was
Then they breeze on by
Or perhaps not
No one knows what the future holds
She was always an immature soul
He was always an old soul
Both too adventurous,
difficult to tie down
He always had the upper hand
Much more time than she ever had
and too many hens in his life
A perfect match, no
Many obstacles, yes
Many differences, yes
But they couldn't push back
what life had given them
No reason to fight it
Life plays to win
They could be friends
They could be more
No one knows what the future holds
She is sorry things didn't work
He could find her if he needs her
Or if he wants to say hi
Instead of goodbye
