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Letting Go Is Not Something I Know

By Bruce Clifford

I hold our past against my soul at night.
Iím told I never say anything quite right.
I hold your smile in my dreams and my thoughts.
I know as a child I was beaten and lost.

† It hurts how your life turned to anguish and pain.
Time skirts and shifts as everyone points to blame.
I hold our past in my thoughts and my dreams.
It seems to forever last through my highs and extremes.

† Letting go is not something I know.
Letting go is not something I can do.
Letting go is not something I know.
Letting go is not something Iíve been shown.

† It hurts so much to know all you have been through.
I feel so out of touch as I howl at the moon.
I hold your embrace in my thoughts and my heart..
Memories I canít erase ever since the very start.

† I hold our past against my soul at night.
Iím told I never say anything quite right.
I hold your smile in my dreams and my thoughts.
I never thought in this life you could ever be lost.

† ©12/5/2022 Bruce Clifford


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