Letting go

Memories I've collected kept in a special place under the gold coins at the end of the rainbow. I used to return to them from time to time,
Piece them together like a puzzle, Read them like a beautiful poem, Listen to them like a sweet song,
Watch them like a movie,
Paint them like a picture,
Moments of laughter,
Days of discovery
An awakening
A fusion
Our soul's recognition
Maybe it was just me alone in a dream? You don't seem to have the same haunts, its all apparently forgotten, a small insignificant moment in passing.
You coward! Fuck you! Not even the pretence of a fight to keep it.
Willing to just let it all fade away.
Something so incredible, I considered it a blessing, reduced to nothing.
My gift became a curse.
Well like you've done, I'm going to say good bye to this. So here's me letting go