Reluctant to walk this path
yet knew the day would come
To let all go and fall away —
a loss that has no end.

The past slips, its colors fade
And trying to pull it back,
like a heavy, large blanket
it drops to the floor.

And then,it disappears;
altogether gone
still leaving behind its warmth
in tender tears and talk.

An acceptance of this even
remotely being real
only leaves the question:
where do we go from here?