Goodbye (Life is not play-doh)

When life begins to suck again, you find yourself counting the losses,
trying to say goodbye to a part of you.

When I met you, I felt found.
The happiness and laughter warmed and healed my heart.

Now you fly away.
Now you want to follow the "course of your life".
Which may or may not include me.
And in no way, am I going to stop you.
You are free and you were always free.
And there is the beauty.

You are sad, because it hurts you.
Like a powerless coward you let the miles drift you away.
I am sad of the happiness you let go off.

I miss you already.
I already feel alone in life.

Then I think how happy I still am whenever I think of you being happy
or when we are together.

And fuck, what are all these images of future that come so vividly before me;
You are driving a car and I am sitting next to you,
on the back seat, our children are playing.
We are laughing, we are in love, we are so happy!

Puff!

Then we hold hands and smile, all wrinkled, in our sixties and seventies.

Puff!

And everything we have keeps my belief strong still, although you're leaving me.
And that is almost insane, I know!
And I smile, while I cry and I wonder how.

How can you let go?

How can I let go?

Just like that?