I am letting her love shower me, even when I know it will last until Summer turns to Fall.
No need to hold onto fear, if I can’t even hold on to her.
I try to have compassion as I see her story in mine,
and know that freedom is my best friend, commitment something I can’t aspire to.
She will never be truly a branch of this trunk.
Learning to let go before time dawns, is better than hurting when the time comes.
Everything is only borrowed to us in this life— emotions, love, and, even, pain.