Let it go.
Leave it be.
It won’t be easy, no.
It won’t be breezy, no.
It would wrench your heart.
It would rack your gut.
To let go of these moments.
These precious little pockets of time.
Now nothing will rhyme.
As beauty rhymed with a smile.
As happiness rhymed with laughter.
And time careened, faster.
And faster will the memories fade away.
Like how water evaporates in the summer.
Yeah. That’s a bummer.
That the only constant in this world is change.
Rest are all fickle, fibbing fiddles.
Variables, mere syllables.
But some of these people, emotions, moments delve so deep.
You have to carve your heart out to make them leave.
And it’s dejecting, to play villain.
But time makes you do so.
But life commands you so.
And so you spend your days, loving, accepting, shunning.
Everything and everyone, like a treacherous snake.
And then out of the blue.
Those vestiges come back to haunt you.
And you cry, and you smile.
And you squirm in agony, and you leap with joy.
They lift us, but they rankle so deep.
As we imagine what might have been.
Because as they say, we can have what we want, but we can’t keep.