I’m Not Ready to Let Go

How many memories can one heart hold?

How many years are enough?

Why must the ending be so bittersweet?

To where does the time disappear?

 

There are no limits on memories, I’m told,

As Father Time teases his bluff,

And endings lay treasures of gold at out feet

As life gently soothes every tear.

 

At least that’s the theory.

It’s what we are bid to believe

As we grieve day by day.

But deep down inside

Where the soul shrinks to hide

There’s an aching that won’t go away.

 

And I must admit

That the mantle won’t fit

As I sit in a stuporous throe

And stumble and pray

Someone shows me the way.

So unready to let you go.