Letting Go

I never thought,
in pain and blue,
I would be letting
go of you.

A whim, a dream,
a fantasy,
How easily you
let go of me.

I do not blame,
how could you see
that you were all
the world to me?

My secret treasure
hidden deep
within my soul,
where longings sleep.

I watched a feather
wafting by.
The breezes took
it way up high.

All too late I
tried to grasp,
but empty air
was all I clasped.

High it rose
against the sky,
twirling in one
last goodbye.

Where angels smile
and heaven knows
the crushing pain
of letting go.

Cheryl KP