Letting Go

I try to let go, and fate pulls me back.

I imagine myself telling you,

And I picture the expression on the back of your head,

As you turn away, and shut me out.

I begin to get over how it will never be,

And the song I like, the song you gave me,

The one that reminds me of you, and us,

It plays, unaware of its tormenting melody.

I used to love this song, when it meant you loved me.

I will never forget the night we walked home,

Singing this song, arms linked, drunk.

I wanted to sit out and watch the stars with you,

But you had to work in the morning,

I had nothing to do, but dream of you.

I want to be there, beside you, when your eyes close.

I want to be the last thing you see before you fall asleep.

I want to be the first thing you see when you wake up.

I want to be with you, but I can't.

It's too hard to let go,

But it's even harder to hold on.