Letting Go

In trying times, so may come,
When our memories fade;
Letting go of that last memory,
Would it befall without a special pinch?

When the needs of self rises,
Higher than those spoken dreams;
Letting go of that last memory,
Would it chance without a second blink?

Picture this now, before that surrender,
Of those feelings to be left unsaid;
As the roads would separate under us,
Would it leave with more than oursleves?

In trying times, so may come,
When false sacrifices shall be summed;
Letting go of that last memory,
Would it be so that very easy?