Letting Go

The beat. The heat. That hole.
Continues through your soul.
To want, what not, you can hold.

The mourn. The torn. That yearn.
At every single turn.
To want, what not, you can hold.

The love. The LOVE. That moan.
Will never have a home.
To want, what not, you can hold.

The pieces. The peace. That lost.
Forever be the cost.
To want, what not, you can hold.