letting go

I've blogged quite a lot about friends who have abandoned me. This was something I wrote a number of years ago when I was the one who had to walk away:

letting go

scuffed boots

work-worn cap

faded blue jeans

calloused hands

sunburned face

you reach for me

search my eyes

my heart melts

in this moment

your strong embrace

feels so right

i pull away

avoid your gaze

your heart breaks

squealing tires

i'm all alone

feels so wrong

pink flip-flops

bleached blond hair

too-tight jeans

manicured hands

tear-stained face

Every ending brings a new beginning. I truly hope that wherever you are today, life is treating you well. Please forgive me for the pain I caused you those years ago. It hurt me too. One day, maybe we can look back and smile when we remember the good times we had before life got complicated.