Already Let Go

I miss you like crazy is a phrase often said.

This is the first time I've ever missed his
gentle touch and his sweet lips.

His securing hands in which I was safe. His
beautiful eyes,
his warm embrace.

The way he used to hold me tight, and keep
me there, in the still
of the night.

The words that he said, that were so
kind, would heal my pain and
push it behind.

The way he held his hand in mine, showed
me I could trust; that we'd
be fine.

I made him promise, after he was gone, we
couldn't let go, we
had to hold on.

So I held on tight for as long as I could,
then I realized
it was doing no good.

It hurts too much to play that game, I
couldn't find his words to heal
the pain.

You see, that's when I came to know, I was
holding on to someone
who had already let go...

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