Goodbye

And I sought to love with more than love  

Always silent to your plea

I guess I was blind that I couldn't see

That my heart has churned the last of woe

And flushed another dose of the ample flow

Of what you, your absence, drips off

 from upon your sleeve 

The last of words, the lost of mine

It's not my fault I can never speak

I've reached out for mortals and daemons beneath   

Quenched with fire and fed with need 

I just I never knew

I just I never blew

 the bleak truth into my flute

And played away the notes of this epiphany 

Much words are fathomed unspoken

Much of which you can never hear

As much of the promise I made

I can never reach

Much of yours, you I can never teach

I know now more than time could ever dare to preach

More than you can love and live off reach 

 right there behind the sun, across the sea

I know your boat has been set afar

Reeling on the waves of his chest 

Sinking into his heart 

Flushing against his world of rite, wrong and flee 

I know I love those who cannot belong to my dreams

All those times I couldn't see

I couldn't. I didn't want you away as free

But the love I loved was more than love

So as such things will never seize

To reside along a forbidden deem

Nay on wish. On destiny

I ought to let you go

You solemnly stray away from me

Goodbye my love, my friend, my me

Goodbye. I'll let you go.

Goodbye. 

Just don't leave.

Notes of the Once

I shall not say it. Never will. Maybe. I don't know. Can I dare take the risk?

Such divine promise is never to be contaminated. Never underestimated. Those words belong to another world. They belong to a dusty book. That of which was buried along with childhood memories. Whispered secretly, confidently yet cautiously for nobody out there is to know of them. The trinity of humanity can never be breathed out. Never to be spelled, spilled and spoiled.

Those words are not ours to share. The purity of such devotion exceeds our interpretation of human intimacy. The world is contaminated enough. The air just ahead of my lips is to never be trusted. The words I doubt to preach can be blown to another ears. I shall always bury them within. Deep within. Somewhere, deep inside the dark. To such depth that a light dwells from the darkest of dark. A sanctuary where no one except for us can cross legs and speak. Somewhere elusive from the air.

You want me to say them?
Just don't. Everything you need to know you already do. I told you everything. I just never actually spoke it to you. But does it really matter? Does it?