The End

I can’t pinpoint the moment when the tether first gave way,

Determined to forego this silent land

And let my grasp escape the prison of your hand,

I swayed unbound, yet promised my departure to delay.

Don’t ask for more of what I cannot give. Another day

Will unremembered loose its lustre and unplanned

The end will come regardless. Understand

It is too late to hold onto the past, for miracles to pray.

Forgot will be this love after a while,

Too soon you will unlearn its end to grieve

And rather than awaiting for decay to gnaw its wilted heart, I leave.

This memory – a keepsake of the happiness we had –

Will take away, and to its every torment add a smile.

Remember only sunlight if you will. Do not be sad.

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