I’ve never been good with change

or letting go

or going with the flow

in terms of time passing

shifting

changing

rearranging—

the way my life looks,

allowing what no longer is

to gently fall behind

away

to what was.

Even when a change feels right

necessary

like an inevitable eventuality,

like what needs to be,

a part of me still lingers

reminisces

remains with what was

what is

what will never be—

again.

Memories

feelings

energy

moving through my body,

a dance between the unquestionable forward

and a past I can’t grasp

or take with me,

not that I even really want to,

or would if I could.

But a part of me finds that sad,

the having to let go,

even if it also feels right,

like the eventual unfolding of

inevitability

of necessity

of like what needs to be.

Impermanence is there

always

there

present

in everything,

but it hurts

as a part of me clings,

longs to hold on,

even if I know it’s time to go

flow

move on,

even if I want it

and it feels right.

“But,” whispers the soundless

memories that flash through my body and mind

of moments

and feelings.

Nostalgia.

Time changes

it flows

each moment shifts to the next.

Where we are now will one day be

but a memory

a past, distant feeling.

Change will take us from it, from what is,

and what was,

from what will never be—

again.

It will move us to where we’re going,

but we can’t carry what is

and was

to that future place—

apart from

a soft feeling,

a distant memory.

We can’t have it all.

We can only move

and flow

with that unseen force taking us

to where we’re going

to where we’re meant to go,

while softly

letting what is

and was

and will never be

become a soft, distant memory.

It’s an inevitable eventuality.

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