Knowing that an end was inevitable does not make the culmination any easier.
It does not grant any peace.
Still bathing in denial I analyze the beggining to the end.
Searching for the moment everything shifted and sealed the envelope of fate.
Regret is useless yet proves near impossible to shed.
Questioning if I fought for the important things.
Did I let go of what wouldn’t matter in the future?
The thoughts I conclude carry no importance and remain unanswered.
Acceptance is the only road I set course for.
Move forward. Do not look back.
Picture Source: Google Search “Hands letting go”