Woman – Leaving

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Though I am invested in you

And I know you have done the same

I have had to let you go

Or gone myself

Adieu

I have to let you go

Your reason is complete

Our stay is ended

Out of my life

And my journey’s space

I have to let you go

You add no value to me now

Or I to you

Because

Our time is off

Looking back sometimes I see

Albeit at times I cannot recognise

The point at which our steps diverged

To allow for singular movement

Without the other

I will keep you in my heart

And once in a while

Pull you out

In nostalgic remembrance

Of the good

The unending conversation

Truest exchanges

The story shared

Deep into the night

And forever lasting phone call

The unbridled laughter

Spontaneous tears

Of our souls

Bared

Without reserve

I will remember too

The call placed in times of strife

Never mind the hour

Or the place

And the immediate response

I will remember us

The care

The love

The concern

The presence

I will remember

Of finding out things

That I should not have known

That I was not supposed to have known

That did not appear when we were learning us

The secrets

That you hold for me

That I know for you

That silently repose

Never to be remembered again

I will miss that no one will get some things

Within a word, a look, an occurrence

Because you alone were there

Our private party line

Witness

Longing will haunt me

For that synchronic sharing

Of attributes and interests

Innate compatibility

Cosmos simpatico

I always will wonder though

How did it change

How did it end

Did it have to change

Did it have to end

I will wonder too sometimes

If it was equal

If you got from me what I got from you

Or if one of us was short changed

For then or for the future

I will struggle to make meaning

Of your sojourn in my life

Knowing for a while there

It was seemingly all clear

And then not enough

I will wish that we could meet up again

In the future unknown

And go back to before the letting go

To live those moments

Once again

Most of all

I wish you well woman of my heart

For yesterday

And most of all

For our separate today and tomorrow

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