The Subtle Art of Letting Go
The pain was real,
It lasted many a years,
Unlike the milk that goes bad with time,
This one aged well, stronger like wine.
Many a back and forth plead continued,
Someone gave up and the other just struggled.
The days were reminders of the mistakes,
The nights were cries for forgiveness.
Frequencies changed from a day to a week,
But forgiveness was far fetched,
the pain stung hard.
And then one fine morning mid day of a week,
The other just woke up to a feeling of numbness,
A day with no emotions, an introspection to lost happiness.
The other felt free, with no idea as to how or why.
And then there was next day and it continued every other day,
Maybe the dawn of reality or just sinking in the truth,
Because the pain just vanished and someone just faded.
Maybe like art, took years for this moment,
But the other started smiling ,
the heart felt full without someone else first time after a very long time.
Maybe the art, that reached perfection, the master craft of sleepless night and pain,
The Subtle Art of Letting Go,
Took its own fair time, but life felt..
Being full of life again