We do not know how to let love go
We hold it, claw at it
Try to twist it to fit our hands
And when that fails
We try to twist ourselves
To fit the shape of love
Stuffing, shrinking
Renaming and excising
Until we are changed
Deformed, unrecognizable
Less than
Because we could not let go
Let love go
When it is time
When life still remains
When it is still soft
A fresh and treasured memory
For a dead and dying love
Hardens in our chest and eyes
Growing heavier and more rotten
Until the stench of it
Covers everything we touch
Dead loves
Little loves
Half loves
Loves that do not know they are hates
Lay them all down
And feel the weightlessness of your soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Yes a time comes when we should let go of everything lest the holding on to becomes painful.