Remembering to Forget you

With a heavy heart and a fist full of broken promises here I stand. Head down to pay homage to your faded memories raising my hand to reach for the skies. Letting these promises, these shattered pieces of a dream we've once made sift through my clenched fingers. Years of memories made that seem like ages are neatly put away in boxes and most are thrown away. Everything I touch and everything I see around me remind me of you. No matter how important, no matter how insignificant. You've left your mark not just in inanimate objects, but deep within this wound in me now healing. I refuse to think the time we've spent were wasted, yet it's hard to believe. For us to be able to believe in anything, we must first believe in ourselves. Sometimes I forget.


So here I stand hand raised and with every passing thought I slowly open my fingers. Letting you go...

For I being incomplete, for I being broken..do I not deserve the right to be free?