Jul 18, 2020
2 min read
We Let Them Go
Why last moments shared with a great love are allowed to pass.
How soft their eyes, in their final moments, so similar to their first.
Wrapped in innocence, they search inside themselves with a naked thirst.
There is no malice, no plea, they stare with a spellbound, honeyed smile.
They ask not, are open, yet cast doubt on our efforts, our guilt they beguile.
