Release

Letting go isn’t as easy as they say.

Where do you start?

Which memory do you erase first?

It’s hard.

A minute ago, they were here.
A minute later, they’re gone.

You stand watching,
Wondering if it’s real.

Reality doesn’t hit you instantly.
Instead, it seeps inside.
Slowly, slowly, memorizing every part. 
Until it finds the place that hurts the most.

Your heart, your mind, everything you are.

Time heals every wound, they say.
But what about the scars it leaves behind?
The ones only you can see,
The stark reminders
Of who you once were
And still wish to be.