May we love those past loves
we care mainly to “let go” of,
for the light they fill your soul
with at the mere thought of
them, even if you cry ∘ feel
that which has passed and realize
how it was just another perfect
piece of the puzzle you’re continuing
to put together each and every
single day with loved ones anew,
then permit excitement for the
sudden suspense for the potential
that you will find and meet even more
loved ones, all in hopes that the
puzzle never completes whilst
somehow simultaneously becoming beautiful