Wishing Well

Into this well of Night I let go of yet another treasured memory of you seeing through me with nothing but your unsuspecting heart.

This treasured memory we both know to be just one of the countless times that you’ve seen through me, seen through me, with nothing but your oh so trusting soul.

This treasured memory so like the others yet so distinct, unique on its own.

Down, down, down it goes…

So there it goes—falling into the darkness, the silence, the Mouth of Oblivion closing with every creeping second that tugs at the hot blinding ribbons of morning sun.

Morning sun might dry it up and seal it shut.

A gift from me to myself—a brand new day, as they say, or

One memory, precious, shining, like a gold coin tossed along with a wish into a dark but charming well

But one can only wish too well…

(Sigh)

I wish I can let you go.

Easily.

Just like this.