The Art of Letting Go

You were a constellation, vast and ever bright,

I, a moth drawn inwards, lost in starry night.

But gravity's a fickle friend, it pulls then lets you fall,

Leaving you adrift, a teardrop in the sprawl.

The heart, a stubborn thing, it clutches what's long gone,

A faded photograph, a whispered, haunting song.

But memories, like fireflies, eventually fade,

Their fleeting light a reminder, promises betrayed.

Letting go, a sculptor's hand, chiseling away,

The face I built of dreams, at the break of day.

It's learning love's not bondage, a hand that holds too tight,

But a bittersweet symphony, played in fading light.

So I release you, darling, to the vast, uncaring sky,

A wish upon the wind, a teardrop in my eye.

May your journey find its solace, may mine find peace at last,

For the art of letting go, is love's most tender cast.