Up.

sometimes, losing isn't always losing

it's

letting 

go.

and sometimes, perhaps losing is life's way to say

it's time

to pack up

and return

home.

And that giving up isn't losing hope,

but it's giving,

up.

offering my worries to the stars,

and trusting they will know.

to you,

I offered up

my

heart.

you held in gentle care,

and then,

gently gave it back.

you mended the crack, bandaged a fracture

with the cast  that goobye

was only

a mask.

and we believed

it

then.

now,

I know

when we parted ways

it was meant

to 

stay.

I won't seek you out

in the stairwell

through the green eyed gloss

of someone lost.

they say

the universe

only presents someone

with challenges 

they

are

capable

of conquering.

I know I am not ready

to see you again.

today,

it is my destiny

to go on,

no longer loving you,

mutely aching for you,

offering up

my love

to the stars

and trusting

they will keep it

safe.

give,

Up.

The End

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