For good.
Here,
Inside this shadow,
There is a meadow,
Widening,
Becoming ever clearer,
Nearer to better discoveries.
Leading towards the ones that leave a frown aside,
For they admit,
They are not permanent.
Still,
I felt I would fade away,
By the mere assurance of having dead weight,
Finally severed,
I felt I would then ascend,
Filled with the ultimate emptiness.
Here,
I would bid farewell to unnecessary goodbyes.
Hold her fast,
If one day she lacked some self-assurance.
Each moment,
I allow myself to see him or them or her,
I still can't help but answer,
To the silent void you did not mean to transfer.
And so,
The purge of all that stirred within,
Certainly came,
Bestowing revision,
To ease what tension remained.
I can now stand
The sight of myself,
Walking to and from each memory.
Never to dwell again,
Unless it is for me solely,
To renew meaning.
Never said farewell,
Only remained missing.
Beating presence,
You have saved me,
But have also been the unlearned enemy.
Here,
Honoring existence,
She will surely neglect what is not needed.
She will return home.
Momentarily defeated,
But always welcomed.
The furthest from forsaken.
