The longing to know,
Her thoughts have been restricted,
To: A way of ‘Letting go’.
Too much! A voice rings inside my head.
Standing its ground.
I feel just a little emotionless.
But you know it’s a must.
Else, I will be doing whatever she says,
And end up losing my own trust.
Some lines have to be drawn to define limitations,
It is a reality and not imagination.
You cannot forecast a bond,
Neither the sudden rainy day.
We did share a connection,
Those ‘Of loud thoughts’.
The mind, should be a place,
Of quiet faults.
‘I’, was always important,
But so were you.
Space is all we have,
Maybe it was all we actually needed.
This isn’t a sad story,
It is a learning curve.
Make the most of it.
You don’t have to throw away what you deserve.