Where and how do I start?

Upon empty pages
My ink drips away
Pausing between trembling fingers,
And rambling thoughts
Trying to make sense.

Tracing broken lines
And blank spaces
Of these nine-lettered words:
Letting go.

Perhaps it is:

Leaving in suffocating silence
Lip biting, words stuck in my throat,
left alone to live
Each day in endless reruns of
Timeless longing, anxiety or fear;
Trying to push your number
and stopping just midway,
Holding back through puffy eyes
and drenched pillowcases.
It's minutes passing like days
Months to years that follow forever;
bringing back days or wasting
Nights after nights, lost in pitch-dark
Disintegrating with the shadows
and almost
Giving up flipping through photos
or rereading letters,
Searching for clues or answers,
when all seems-
Gone and traceless.
Like these empty pages-
As they once were, as you see us now:
Over. We are. We must be.

Yet my heart still beats
Through my pen, it skips and trembles,
clumsily trips
Over and over again.
Until this ink runs out
From tracing broken lines, missing letters
and blank spaces
Or when my pen transposes,
rewrites and erases
Oblivion.
As we both fill in the missing words,

Letting ___ Go.

Perhaps it’s close enough.

© dark_angel

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