Just Let It Be. Poem by Luke Curcio

I never made a poem for you.

And I don't know if this counts.

What does is when we stare.

Our eyes reveal what is there. Of something real.

You grabbed my hand as we walked.

Surrounded by people we didn't know. Because no one could.

Now this is the way it will be. Because she chose him over me.

Not too much hurt and pain. Because God is making a better man of me.

In time will we let it be? Maybe the door is still open for you and me.

Just not for now. So please don't cry for me.

Luke just let it be.