You cannot leave; you were never there.
You told us we were but borrowed from the Earth, and that we did not belong to you…
Nor did you belong to us.
But I felt you to be mine; through butterfly kisses and Tiny Bubbles, to broken chests that filled with smoke and breathed out the emptiness of a directionless existence…
“The Total Acceptance of What Is”, you preached, and so accept I do; of everything and everyone, to Love is all I live to do. Yet I cannot live up to my namesake, for in return Beloved I am not -although you Christened me so.
We are all fleeting.
It is all I have known. It is all I have become. And although in body you exist, your spirit has long since abandoned me.
What was has died. And with it, a part of me.
Our music has stilled.
But I will always be a part of you.
I hope one day, you Remember.
I hope by then, I have Forgotten.