I dream of the day that I will walk away,
Shedding the pain in my heart along the way.
When your dreams no longer make me cry in my sleep,
And the memoirs become a fond memory from wistful weeps.
The day that I find the courage,
To ask you what is going on in your life?
To hug our beloved memories tight,
Before finally keeping our bedside picture aside.
That day I will cease to fear,
Any mention of you that I may hear.
And your name will not make my heart race,
The knowledge of our zilch will not halt life’s pace.
I will embrace the dissolution of ‘us’,
In the truth of our coexistence in the universe.
It will not mean that I will have you in my heart any less,
Only that I couldn’t bear to keep up with this life and its mess.
On that day, when it is a life devoid of your hope I choose,
I will carefully pack us in a box, with a part of me to forever lose.