The Long Tug
It was the end of something.
The final day had come.
A new life had been brewing,
And now teasingly beckoned.
I waited.
With an uneasy heart.
And wondered.
So like the young bridegroom the night before his wedding;
Anxious, anticipatory,
Yet ever so sad;
Sad for the letting go of youth, the
Adventure of days in the sun.
Some things end abruptly.
We lose without knowing why.
But, this was not like that.
It was an ending drawn out;
Richer for the long tug of holding on.
When it was time,
I haltingly let go.
Cradling courage like precious ointment,
I stepped firmly away.
And, tears of salt
Dripped untended from my eyes.
By Renee Miller