I’ve had the hardest time

Letting go.

I’ve said I would

But I can’t.

Maybe you think I ought to.

I would if I could, maybe.

But it’s like the flowers…

They grow because that’s all they can do!

That’s all that they’re meant to do!

That’s their job, to be flowers.

And the painting…

Well, that’s growing, like the flowers.

It’s doing, being, becoming…

What it’s meant to do, be…become.

And me…it’s like me, too.

I’m here to love.

So I can’t let go of our friendship.

Anymore than I can stop my breathing,

or my painting, or loving…

…or the flowers growing. 🌺

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