Sometimes letting go,
of someone you loved,
is perhaps, the most kindest, loving act, one can do.
Not because it gives you the sense of peace.
It lets the other, perhaps live,
free of guilt, regret and be at peace also.
Acknowledging what has gone, has gone,
can allow the happiness, arrive to you both.
Different means, yes, but hey,
you always wanted to make each other happy right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem