100 words to you

Maybe it is time to let go.
It has been a while, hasn’t it?
Surely I shouldn’t let it drag.

Yet it feels,
As though you are locked
In my heart
And the key’s gone.

Yet it feels,
As though you have become
Part of me,
Inseparable.

Every time I try,
To free myself from you,
The you in me
Seem to be crying.

And I am guilt-stricken.
And turn back,
Wanting to hold you.

But you aren’t there,
Not anymore.

Like you are haunting me.
Stalked by the past.
Forever bound to it.

Hey, won’t you let me go?