The art of letting go

To think a minute and talk the next

For the head to work more than the heart

To save yourself from all the hurt

To reserve your patience for another day

Fearing the time you would heard that name

To smile without a tug in the heart 

To still love and to still care.

An art in itself, letting go.

Just enough to save the hurt 

and dull the pain to a bearable beat.

Realizations

If not for the last word, I would have never known
How much you mean to me
and how little I mean to you.

A step back and I disappear.
Its safer now. Harder too.
But for now, I breathe.