Letting Go

You pick roses And bundle them together As I watch from the door Like piles of sand Pressed against the shore Now the flowers are dead Petals fall from your hand Away from it’s lifeless bulb And land onto the floor Your voice once spoke In what were whispers Are now just words mumbled Into inexplicable syllables Unbalanced they just crumble Like the pounding of mallets to tin I strain to hear the impalpable As my thoughts lose their pace And like mist I disappear Now I turned away From the proclivity of who I was For what you've seen was a ghost To the light I now disappear from us Away from that unloving host Who’s roots tried to hold me in it’s lust Eyes opened to a boy who was lost Tears dry up in the heat of the sun As I leave the pain and move on...