Letting Go

"How many times does one fall in love
to someone that is so beautiful and dear
and unable to grasp and hold it close

My gaze remain locked
at this beautiful thing
swimming about gracefully
without any concern of the attention it receives

I clasps my hands together
On one hand, it's as if I'm begging
for it to come to me
While on the other, letting my internal tensions
fade away through my fingertips
slowly, gently, with ease…
and to let it go…"