Almost Enough

To let go

  and detach

    just enough

    to see it clearly,

    while still holding onto seeds of hope,

     is almost enough

      to grow . . .

     Not quite, though.

You can’t really let go

       if you still cling onto hope.

To love from a distance

    and have patience;  

to walk alongside someone

    and not lead them,

     or be led by them;

to never rush them,

     and always love them

     just as they are

      but from afar

       is hard

       for those of us who love deeply,

         but it is probably possible.

To go to bed alone

   night after night,

   still in the fight,

    still in the light,

     is not for the anxious,

      or for the insecure;

       it is for those who are willing to give up years

        loving the fears

         our lovers endure.

To hold onto hope,

    and mask it as friendship,

    is no way for us to learn the lesson.

     To chase someone who pushed us away,

      is no way to be respected.

       And to always hold that space for them,

        is to guarantee that some day we'll be neglected.

To come back

    and forgive

   because we know they are hurting,

    and we never wanted for them to suffer

     in the same way they made us suffer,

      is to know pain;

       is to know love.

To forgive

   like this

     is to change.

      It is to let go.

       It is to move on.

       It is to love.

   To let go

     and detach

    just enough

    to see it clearly

    while still holding onto seeds of hope

     is almost enough

      to grow . . .

    Not quite, though.

CH 1/4/26