Loving from Afar

Maybe letting go  

Was part of loving you—  

To watch you drift like clouds in an endless sky,  

Though I longed to hold you close,  

To feel the warmth that once was ours.

In the quiet rains, I learned,  

Love does not always bind,  

It sometimes loosens the knots we tied,  

Setting us free from the weight  

Of what we cannot repair.

I loved you in the holding on,  

In the quiet fights and whispered tears,  

But loving you in letting go  

Meant giving both of us  

The room to breathe, to heal, to grow.

So I release you now,  

Like a prayer to the wind,  

Not in anger, not in pain,  

But with the softest grace  

Of knowing what we had,  

And knowing it’s time  

To love you from afar.