You've got to know
when to let a woman go
if you want to keep her,
and if you don't want to keep her
you let her go anyhow,
so it's always a process of letting go.
I go to the bookshelf,
and pull down The Roominghouse Madrigals
by Charles Bukowski which I bought
at a secondhand store in Brooklyn
on January 6th, 2011;
this book is a constant in the Buynak heart.
You see, books aren't decoration
or merely entertainment,
they are worlds worth our own world;
they are time travel escape to days in the sun,
days in gloom,
strong words that play your heart like a piano.
I am not saying you must read this book –
this book is a metaphor –
you must find that book, album, woman,
whatever which makes you breathe deeper,
and which later makes you want to revisit it
regularly forever.
Because in a life of letting go,
it is the things that stick around
that matter most,
especially when most things
don't matter,
or don't stick around long.