The Shedding

I stuck around too long.
I seem to do that when I care.
I lingered around and you kept coming back because you knew that I was waiting there.

A strong hold you had on me. I told you this repeatedly. Be careful with me, I’d whisper as you ran about recklessly.
Bittersweet comes to mind when I think of you and I imagine it’s the same when you think of me too.
Two souls that met, I wanted ît to be sublime, but we connected only for several moments and not a lifetime.
I learned, I loved. I lingered. I left
I do wonder though if departuring rendered you bereft.

Memories of our last interaction tells me the answer is no. Regardless of how much I want to believe that my heart was not the only to grieve.
Our time, for me, was painful bliss. But only a forlorn romantic would describe it as this.
As dismal as this seems. the fact is that I grew. I have grown so much that my before is unrecognizable after you.

So yes, I stuck around far too long, this much is true but the wisdom I have gained would not be so if I’d prematurely left you.💛

Questions

What if it was love, even at first sight?

would we cherish it forever or only for one night?

What if it could grow into something wonderful? Giving us unbridled bliss

Embrace as we do with things we love or proclaim that we don’t want this?

What if we are willing to give into this notion, meet up halfway?

Would our hearts run to greet each other or simply run away?

What if people were perfect fits and truly meant to be?

Would we recognize the beautiful significance of this encounter

or simply set each other free?