Letting Go

It was bound to happen;
It was merely a matter

of when

or who first. 

Letting go. 

Feather light touch of fingertips

Soft pressure of lips meeting lips

marks the final contact

of a connection which

was never meant to subsist.

He goes his way...

I go mine. 

Eyes telling a silent story

of an era we spent entangled

in each other's warmth

that meant more to me

than they should have.

Heart sighing at the

imminent  absence

of your presence

which  I allowed to become

my source of comfort

and my retreat of calm. 

Body instantaneously

rebuffing your departure;

Tortured by the knowledge

that it will no longer be

fulfilled by you,

touched by you,

held by you.

Forced to accept that

that which was never

meant to be

has dissolved

like a whisp of thin air.

Letting go. 

My mouth forms an

unspoken goodbye

as my body wills

itself to accept

the whens

the whys.

My heart's heavy

my mind's numb.

I did that which

I knew I shouldn't -

I fell in love with him

in a way that now

jeapodizes my sanity.

I have to let him go.

It was bound to happen;

It was merely a matter
of when
or who first. 

Nekisha CD Lewis

14.12.2011