You came out of nowhere,
like the first drop of snow in September.
And like the first snow in September, I hated the cold.
I always hated the cold.
But then, you smiled.
And like the first air of summer,
you warmed my world.
And like the first air of summer,
I loved the warmth. I always loved the warmth.
The moment my eyes met that subtle dent in your cheek
at the edge of your summer smile,
I knew I was in trouble.
I knew you were trouble.
We are in trouble.
I tried to control it. Tried to stop it.
But like a raging train on a rusty railway, you hit.
And you hit hard.
So hard in fact, you pulverized my heart.
How come that those eyes of grey and green, like a gem dropped in a wet sand,
that used to gaze at me with overflowing love,
are now glaring with indifference?
How come those words, that used to come out of your sweet lips,
have turned to a complete silence
that stabs me like cold shards of ice?
I knew we don’t have long. I knew that all along.
I knew we’ll be over soon.
But not this soon. Not this way.
I knew at some point I have to let go of you,
but I pictured peace as an ending.
But we waged war.
A war of unbearable pain.
Now that it’s over, I have to stop.
Stop hoping.
Stop dreaming.
Stop loving.
That time has come.
I’ll let you go.
As you fly back to your land of golden tombs,
please take a piece of my broken heart with you.
Mend it together with the broken part of yours.
In that way, we’ll be one.
I hope to the heavens that in this short moment we had,
I made a lifetime of memory in you.
That time has come.
I’ll let you go.
I’ll let you go.
Clark's Labyrinth 