Strangers

I was wrong.

I was wrong about everything

I was wrong to have been hopeful

I was wrong — to have dreamt

It’s not your fault, and it is not mine either.

It is a part of something greater,

A story written before the creation of time,

Simply waiting to unfold

I don’t doubt the wisdom, I don’t question the decree

But it doesn’t mean I won’t feel

I will feel and feel and continue to feel

Until I feel no more

I want to let you go; I must let go

How can I cling unto an illusion?

A dream with no substance?

Us as companions— we could never have worked.

But that is not what my heart remembers.

The heart is stupid and it does not rationalise

I can’t let you go, but I can’t keep you here.