The Letting

We stare for a moment, wandering where all these things go.

And for a brief silence we hold on to precious things making them hard to let go.

Till we're left, realizing the sun's starting to set.

Tried to pry closely just to learn how to forget.

And what's to it--the time's running out now.

Seconds have come to waste--dark skies will rain somehow.

So we blink for the moment, wandering where the heart go.

As I mask the silence, just to find myself holding on to you.