People always leave…
Some do because they have to, and they don’t have an option.
Others do because they can't stay, and their contract with us expires.
And a few of them don’t leave, they walk out. Without good byes.
I will not sit and yearn for those who have left me out of any reason at all. I will not commemorate their actions because I don’t appreciate what they have left me with. Memories are beautiful, but not as beautiful as they were when they were.
It is people, who always leave.
Some move on, and forget to look back where they leave us standing.
Some let us go in their past, and head out to make their futures.
Some choose others over us, and decide that it is for the better that they did.
Some do leave, but their leave is permanent, until we meet again, some place in Heaven.
People always leave…
And yet when they do, they don’t leave entirely…
They leave the love behind…
They leave the memories behind…
They leave the fragments which like a puzzle piece fits on most parts of our lives and situations.
Some do because they have to, and they don’t have an option.
Others do because they can't stay, and their contract with us expires.
And a few of them don’t leave, they walk out. Without good byes.
I will not sit and yearn for those who have left me out of any reason at all. I will not commemorate their actions because I don’t appreciate what they have left me with. Memories are beautiful, but not as beautiful as they were when they were.
It is people, who always leave.
Some move on, and forget to look back where they leave us standing.
Some let us go in their past, and head out to make their futures.
Some choose others over us, and decide that it is for the better that they did.
Some do leave, but their leave is permanent, until we meet again, some place in Heaven.
People always leave…
And yet when they do, they don’t leave entirely…
They leave the love behind…
They leave the memories behind…
They leave the fragments which like a puzzle piece fits on most parts of our lives and situations.
How long will it all last?
It could last me my life time.
If there is one thing that will never leave me, is what those people have left in my possession. It is like they have carved their essence in my being, which burns sometimes, and sometimes it makes me happy.
It does not hurt to think that it will not last.
It does not hurt to think that it will fade.
It does not hurt because a possibility is someone will make us forget it.
It does not hurt to wait for another lifetime to meet those people.
What really hurts the most…
Is to know that they love you as much as you love them.
And though there is that love and belongingness, you don’t have a choice, you have to leave.
If there is one thing that will never leave me, is what those people have left in my possession. It is like they have carved their essence in my being, which burns sometimes, and sometimes it makes me happy.
It does not hurt to think that it will not last.
It does not hurt to think that it will fade.
It does not hurt because a possibility is someone will make us forget it.
It does not hurt to wait for another lifetime to meet those people.
What really hurts the most…
Is to know that they love you as much as you love them.
And though there is that love and belongingness, you don’t have a choice, you have to leave.
They leave. We leave. People Leave.
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