Sometimes I think about you
And want to ask how’s your day been
But I don’t because I get scared that
By asking how you are, something else I mean

I was never good at letting go
Especially after I heard my inner voice
Telling me that letting go doesn’t just happen
It’s a matter of choice

So I suppose I can not ask you
And you’ll never know
How hard it was every day to
Choose to let you go

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