Heartache
He was a restless soul
Eager to fly free, to fly far
Away, across the plains.
Regretfully, I let him go—
Too fearful of long journeys
And too preoccupied at home.
Childhood crushes may fade,
His memory has not.
Even today.
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That feeling is so relatable, and this poem illustrates it beautifully!
The restless souls have to fly, but they stay with us in other ways. Lovely!
Very nice little poem packed with feeling
especially love the short last line
A lot in this:
“Childhood crushes may fade,
His memory has not.
Even today.”