I Know, Let Go

Oh dear, yes, I know.

Although fires burn and feelings grow,

My chest becomes tight when the sun sinks low.



In the pale moonlight I reach for you,

But my fingers just slip through the glow,

Empty and cold, my pain anew.



I lay alone in the bed I made,

Clutching my bleeding heart to ebb the flow,

As I beg my memory to fade.



For you I tore myself to pieces long ago,

And now my right to you, I must forgo.

Oh dear, yes, I know, It’s high time



that I let you go.