It’s the hope that holds us still,

and keeps us frozen in time

It’s the hope we fear of letting go,

because that might be a sign

‘the end’

That there is nothing left to look forward to

And certainty of ‘the end’, kills…

But then one has to choose,

Life and joy or misery and punishment?

We have to accept at some point that we did the best we could at the time

That our best may of been awful, and hurt those we loved, or vice versa, but now we know

And knowing is wisdom

and wisdom is strength

strength is love

and if the lessons learnt are invaluable and have made you a much better person because of them

Then say thank you.

Thank you lover, it was an honour.

Thank you lover, it was a pleasure.

Thank you lover, it was a dream come true.

Be grateful

You have loved, and what a blessing it is to love.

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Thank you for your poem,

It couldn’t of come at a better time

❤