Letting Go - Komi
poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien
Letting Go
Komi
I stretch out my hand, trying to reach you, but you never come.
The empty space between us grows wider with each passing day,
Like a vast expanse of ocean separating two distant shores.
I call out to you, my voice lost in the howling wind,
But you remain out of reach, a phantom haunting my dreams.
I remember when we were closer, when your smile could light up my world
And your laughter was music to my ears.
But now, all I have are memories, fading like old photographs,
And the ache of your absence pressing down on my chest.
I wonder where you are now, what you're doing, who you're with.
Do you ever think of me, or have I faded from your mind
Like a forgotten song, lost to the passage of time?
I stretch out my hand, trying to reach you, but you never come.
I watch as the seasons change, as the leaves turn golden and fall to the ground.
Time moves on, relentless in its march, leaving me behind
In a world that feels cold and empty without you.
I try to fill the void with distractions, with work and friends and meaningless pleasures.
But nothing can replace the warmth of your embrace,
The way you would hold me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
I long to feel your touch again, to hear your voice calling my name,
But you remain just out of reach, a mirage shimmering on the horizon.
I wonder if you ever loved me, if I ever truly meant anything to you.
Or was I just a passing fancy, a brief interlude in your busy life?
Did you ever really see me, or was I just a reflection of your own desires?
I stretch out my hand, trying to reach you, but you never come.
I try to move on, to forget you and the hold you have on my heart.
I throw myself into my work, burying myself in endless tasks and deadlines.
But no matter how hard I try, you are always there, lurking in the shadows
Of my thoughts, waiting to pounce when I least expect it.
I try to push you away, to build walls around my heart to keep you out.
But you slip through the cracks, invading my dreams and haunting my waking hours.
I am trapped in a prison of my own making, with you as my jailer
And the memory of your touch as my only comfort.
I stretch out my hand, trying to reach you, but you never come.
And I realize that maybe you were never meant to be mine,
That our love was just a fleeting moment in the vast expanse of time.
But still, I can't help but long for you, to feel your presence beside me.
I know that I must let you go, to set you free and move on with my life.
But how can I when every fiber of my being yearns for you,
When the echo of your laughter still rings in my ears
And the memory of your smile lingers like a sweet caress?
I stretch out my hand, trying to reach you, but you never come.
And I realize that maybe, just maybe, it's time to stop reaching
And start letting go.
