Sometimes

Sometimes you want to let go,
But you don’t.

Sometimes you want to break free.
But you don’t.

Sometimes the letting go
Has a higher price than you care to pay.

When the longing can make so sweet the misery,
Out of love we enslave ourselves to hopelessness,
And sit in our darkened rooms at night
Loving and longing without hope,
Savoring the sweetness of our misery.

Sometimes you want to let go,
But you just don’t.