his first thought
I can't let it go.
I must know
What drove
Him to decide that giving up was his only option.
What was his first thought that fed each thought that followed?
Why did he let it grow
instead of let it go?
Did he even think of me?
Did I influence his decision?
The questions never end and the answers never come.
A flash of hope falls from the sky and rings in my ears.
Maybe he's not so far after all,
And the questions don't need to be answered,
But rather embraced, and let go of,
While I hold on to the solid answer of his memory.
I must know
What drove
Him to decide that giving up was his only option.
What was his first thought that fed each thought that followed?
Why did he let it grow
instead of let it go?
Did he even think of me?
Did I influence his decision?
The questions never end and the answers never come.
A flash of hope falls from the sky and rings in my ears.
Maybe he's not so far after all,
And the questions don't need to be answered,
But rather embraced, and let go of,
While I hold on to the solid answer of his memory.