Before I begin to describe,
On what it is today that I want to write.
I will ask you to bear with me
Yet another time.
After all genuine attempts of keeping away,
And of giving you your well deserved space.
I once again knock at your door today,
After what seems like a lifetime away.
To plead for a thing last.
Free me of all my memories
The ones that make me fly.
And the ones burying me six feet under.
Free me and I shall erase
All our remains hanging in open space
All the memories I have of you and of us,
And all that binds us in a parallel universe.
What shall remain are the years,
And the life I accept that has been lived once.
I will accept with unwilling open arms,
That what lies ahead are days purposeless,
And a life devoid of its meaning.
With a shame clinging to it for the past deeds,
And a shame in feeling all of this.
But on you, the love of my life,
No burden of it shall ever be implied.
Albeit without you, I will forever be blind.
And the day shall never again find its light.