Don’t let go of me
I kept repeating the words in my mind
Because all I could imagine was being left alone
To experience without training
To have support and then none at all
I didn’t want to imagine noone beside me
I kept my eyes focused on my destination just like you suggested
But as we began drifting you didn’t correct me
Is this to teach me?
Is it because the lesson of falling is better taught before the lesson of getting up
You said you would never let go
You said that I’d never get hurt
You promised that the art of it all is worth so much more than I could ever imagine
But are these just endearing lies
To encourage me to trust in an ability I never knew if I was truly designed to have
Who decides for us that we should be able to do this
Who claimed to know my fears and how to overcome them
Why did you let go?
So I fell and got up
So I was hurt and healed
So I experienced the one thing I’d cherish for eternity
So what if you were right about it all?
You taught me to love and then left me to direct it’s steps
It’s not the same as teaching me to ride a bike
Love does not balance on training wheels, only my heart
And it doesn’t have grip like handle bars
It slips away with everything we built, the foundation that we lay on
Love doesnt have brakes for when it’s time to stop
Love… goes on
Even when I got back up
Even during my fall
But especially when you let go
Love… goes on.
I hate it when you try to find ways to illustrate what we had
It was nothing like learning to ride a bike.