The Act of Letting Go

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I am tracing…

The lines of your fading shadows,

What’s left of your footsteps,

The dead amongst the living,

And the calls that have stopped ringing.

When the night sky changes to twilight,

Soon I would be blinded by the sunlight,

And I would remember how you shined so bright,

Because I’m still haunted by your receding light.

Maybe it’s time to stop holding on so tight,

Stop chasing your silhouette across my sight,

Stop wishing that this wasn’t right,

And start believing that things are gonna be alright.

Eventually.