The Moon remembers.
Ketu releases.
The Moon gathers.
Ketu leaves.
One holds the yesterday.
One questions tomorrow.
One searches for belonging.
One walks beyond sorrow.
You may feel deeply,
yet speak so little.
You may love quietly,
yet stand in the middle
of closeness and distance,
of longing and release,
of wanting somebody,
then wanting only peace.
The Moon says,
“Stay.”
Ketu says,
“Let go.”
The heart asks,
“Why?”
The silence knows.
Some memories remain.
Some memories fade.
Some wounds stay hidden.
Some debts are unpaid.
You remember a voice.
You remember a face.
Then suddenly, somehow,
you remember the space.
Was it love?
Was it attachment?
Was it fear of losing
what once gave you meaning?
Perhaps we never know
while holding too tightly.
Perhaps we understand
only after leaving.
The Moon wants to belong.
Ketu wants to be free.
Between them stands
the person you are becoming.
Not colder.
Not empty.
Only quieter than before.
You can love without holding.
You can remember without returning.
You can grieve without breaking.
You can leave without denying.
The Moon gathers.
Ketu releases.
And somewhere between them,
the heart learns
that letting go
does not mean
it never mattered.
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