Stay?

What can I say when you know it’s coming your way,

The fate plays its way, and your mind stays the same.

Leaving something isn’t easy, they say ,

But holding on is want to play . Playing with the essence of confusion engraved within ourselves.

But what does it get worse? . Us or them,

Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting, someone who made you feel recognised?

I often ask myself are you sure will they come back if they do?

Would you go back?

Admiring the glances each other’s eyes when they meet for a second, does love, still lie.

If I if I lied, that I have let go, will they believe?

Or will they just look at me for once? . And feel free.

Why should I let go , when I did not choose, why should I give them space, and let them loose .

When home wasn’t home , I offered a place to stay.

A place you could call church “THEY’’ say.

My heart was the church where he could live.

With open mind and free will .

He pushed me away , but he doesn’t know what he did.

I know he cried,

I could hear his mind, tell him things. Which he couldn’t.

I have seen his eyes, soft, and still admiring the beauty of the future, he thinks.

I hope I have a chance with him, letting go did not hurt me as much as………

Will you let go of me?

Assignment number 1 - Interview