Making It To Letting Go
She took everything of mine she claimed was rightly hers.
She didn’t worry how the chips would fall.
She took everything of value, then demanded more,
And told me she’d be back to take it all.
She took everything of mine she thought belonged to her.
That’s why they say, “It never rains, it pours.”
She took everything I had, and all I’d hoped for, too,
And left behind a chest of empty drawers.
She took everything of mine she felt entitled to.
But no surprise, it’s what she always does.
She took everything that ever meant the world to me,
And threw away the best of what I was.
But now I’m close to making it to letting go.
I’m learning just what non-attachment means.
At times I’m sure I’m making it to letting go,
Though some nights I still hold her in my dreams.
When things get better, it won’t be so bad.
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