Learning to hold lightly the memory of you.
Not because you are in any way trivial
But because if I held it too long, I would break down.
Still finding it hard to even think the word "Ex".
After all this time, it is still a shock.
After all this time, it still takes effort to withhold myself from you
But you wanted it that way.
This is in no way natural
This is not at all like a couple arguing, drifting, disintegrating
Just the numbness, every day, of a phantom limb lost
A sudden accident.
Clinging to the thought
That you wanted this, you wanted this
And I hope you are happy and peaceful
And I would still give my life for you to have what you want.
So what is a little silence compared to that?
You wanted this, you wanted this.
I hope you are happy.
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