Close To Me: A Poem



The last page turned
The last time.
Haunting
Memories from your pages, some from mine.

Letting go is how life is lived.
Memories are only a glimmer of the past,
Moments shape-shifted
The life we try hold on to.

To love is to live.
To live is to let go.
To love is to trust
You will never leave me.

I can move on
Dream again, dare to love and try again.
You will be with me
I don’t have to death grip all our memories.

Forgotten is the sound of your voice,
The smell of your presence,
The feeling in your hugs.
But your heart, will always be close to mine.

- Hannah