Gone

You're always holding them so tightly in your hands that all of your energy is used up just to make some things that are leaving to stay and suddenly you let go of them and then you just stand there, watching them fly, getting further and further away from you. Even until you can see it no more you'll still be staring at that spot where it disappears. And, finally, you close your eyes and let yourself fall onto the ground, trying to get used to the emptiness in your heart. 

It's gone.

"When you are dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part."