Letting Go copyright 1976 by Tracy Marks Never before had I experienced a relationship end as cleanly as with Jim. I felt like a surgeon brandishing a sharp, immaculate knife. The incision was quick, precise, the bleeding profuse but pure – no ragged tearing. The wound was cut and closed in moments, and in moments it healed. Yet how I had feared this final scene, sensing it coming several acts before when he turned away from me. But I had forgotten the blissful relief of casting off a burden, the liberation of letting go of what was essentially gone. I had not realized I would lose not only the delicate flowerings of intimacy we occasionally shared, but also the anguish of what we did not share, could not share.

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