Can I?

Can I? 

Can I love you

and still let you go?

It feels so wrong. 

Like if I'm not still hanging

on to every word that's no 

longer meant for me, 

then I don't love you

and never did. 

Can I?

Can I free myself 

while still keeping

our sweet 

memories tucked

safely between the

sanctuary of my

ribs, where no

one else will

dare to reach?

Can I?