My beloved, it has come to this.
Though it is fortunate
that our paths crossed
and we let time
flow with our existence,
a different future beckons.
Even the expectations
of whatever it may be
serve no justification
for listless arms
to stay tethered
With reluctance , I say farewell.
Because like winter
that gives way to spring,
the threads of our tapestry
stopped to unravel
and my trade winds
now blow away
From your shores.
We are over.
I am free
but encumbered.
You are furious
but listless.
Still, the pendulum
will indefinitely swing
amid recurring contentiousness.
But like fleeting passion
or a nameless hero,
everything will be forgotten.
However,
If, for a moment
we stare into the same sky,
look into the pale moon
and everything
comes back —
the misty mornings,
windy afternoons,
and colorful fireworks —
without uttering
the nagging bitterness
on our former glory,
then it is enough, my beloved
We met.
Although we are now someone else,
our words made us alive.
For that, I am blessed.
