letting go.


 I’m saying goodbye now, dear one. perhaps the last goodbye before the one foreordained by God. somehow, the shape of you, your light, keeps me tied. your opal eyes. a gateway to a divine oneness which I cannot break into without a heart that is magnetised for you, love.

what is the point in love when there is all this pain in the expectancy of that one truthful goodbye? and I die each day, my heart taken away for some sleep to keep myself from all distraction. but when there is you, I can’t drop your gaze when I need to.


and there is no point in loving you while asleep. there is no point in never feeling at home.


my soul lifts itself toward you, lies by your side as you sleep this morning. the music in me holds your hand, and here we can dance our dreams away.


I’ll see you— your truth. nothing else.

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