Thoughts as Poetry

I Let Go

I let you go,

You slipped through the space

Between my index finger,

And the one in the middle.

I let you slip through.

I let you go,

Many will think I don't care

The truth; I care too much

To see you unwillingly captive.

I let you fly free.

I let you go,

Because I love you;

I want you happy;

Not me, so you ran off

And its all fine because

I let you choose what you needed.