Mental Affray of The Heavy

What do you mean, let it go?
I can’t let go of the fact that I got a chance to stand at the feet of Michelangelo’s David at the Galleria dell’Accademia in tears
in awe
overwhelmed
by a slice of magnificent truth
satiated from all I could grasp
with my eyes
and every time I close them, I’m there again anytime I want
Let it go?
I can’t
and things are the same with you
and for the same reasons
and unless the memory is replaced
it’s still alive to me and happening
every time I recall
How could I let it go when I have not moved
because I have enough?
I’m so easily filled up by knowing what it took to create that statue in the first place
same as the look of love and fear on your face
Let it go?
Where and why?
I’ll let David’s memory go and you too when I die
unless David walks to me or you come back tonight

otherwise…

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