Allow yourself to feel it

Its ok
to revisit
that place.
The place where
you lost
your
heart
and your mind.
Its ok
to breath
in the past
as you drive
into it.
Every landmark
or place
you used
to go to
stirs
up
the memories.
You can feel
it in your
stomach
dancing
with the butterflies.
You can feel
it in your lungs
as they
will not
allow you
to fill them
with air.
Your heart
starts
to ache,
not to go
back.
Not to get it
all back.
Not to
be in
it.
It Aches because
this life,
this man
this woman
These memories
still feel wasted.
As I walk
through
the orchard
picking apples
I remember
my laugh.
It was childish
and naive.
This would be
the Apple I
would have
picked back
then.
This one right
here.
Perfect no
scares,
no dents.
No...
not this time,
I will not
pick this one.
I will allow
myself to feel
it and what it
means
and simply
leave it
here.
Hanging
on this
branch
for someone
else to
pick.