Letting Go

Love is leaving,
love is fleeing,
love is letting go.

The older I get
the more I grow,
I fear the workings of love I'll never know.

Like a ship on the sea
at the whim of the currents-
love is something that comes with little insurance.

Here today, unsure tomorrow-
gone by next week.
It acts randomly,
yet love is still what we seek.

I held on tight,
with too much might.
I feel it heading towards the door;
I will not fight it any more.
Now my love is letting go.