Beat Once More, Like before

A single pulsation of my heart, can you hear it speak? It's talking about the love I failed to retain. The love that ceased to breathe and perished, like any unique flower would: alone, peaceful, and making little noise.

As I get ready to deal with the goodbyes, preparing for the emptiness to come, I think of the warmth that love used to give me, and I can smile.

Sad tears roll down my cheeks, it's time to let go. Memories suddenly come to mind, and It's okay, I tell myself. I get it. The circle of life, the love that didn't survive. 

So I say goodbye now, and stand up again. With more strength and knowledge, ready to love once more. I learned, I grew up.

I'll make it beat again, like before.