let go

the skies turn golden

when peace washes over my soul

his voice in my ears

flowing like a river

i pretend to not look so eager

to take his hands in mine

and tell him it shall all be fine

to see him laugh

to see him smile

all of it

just to learn to let him go

to forget everything we used to laugh about

to let go of the “us” we couldn’t be

to let go of all the sweet lil things you said

to let go of him, my him

to let him go & find his own reverie

in the end the winner takes it all

the loser has to fall

its simple & plain

why should i complain?

- Shreya