I had to go.
But I also had to stay just enough for you to love me.
Miss me.
Be angry with me.
But love me first, like lights first spark in the midst of
endless darkness.
I was here just long enough to be missed.
Not by you.
But by the world around you.
By the nature of your sway,
And you desire to sway with me.
I am gone and I forgot you.
As if I was never here but I was.
An explosion that doesn't end is life, an epiphany, awareness
in moment.
An explosion that ends is light.
Only once so brilliant it's worth your love.
Then it ends, unlovingly.
And I was gone.
Because I had to be.
Because we had to be light.
(and the darkness if melancholy's away was home.)
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