You are

Like a book
That was unwritten

Or a story
My mother would repeat

Like a tropical island
Isolated and pristine

Like a treasure
The pirates have hidden

Like life
Thriving when it suffers

Like the code
In my gene

Like the chaos
Of the spinning universe

Or the patterns
Looping eternally

Like a quest
of the elixir

Like the void
Forever empty

Or the nothingness
That holds the universe

Like night
When it is silent

Like a usual day
In constant routine

Like a labyrinth
Of places in my memory

You are what amnesia
Remembers

The pain you are
Courses through my veins

I remember love
When it stings

It's a question
Nobody could answer

Like the fear
Sending shivers

Cascading, building trust,
Fitting the pieces

Yet here I am
Aș puzzled as a toddler

For when I lost you
I only found me

But there's us
In the space between

Between the beginning
And our end

I would traverse us
Like we’re an unfinished business

Like time holding still
In its permanence  

Like a lost private key
Locking me in

Like a forgotten safe
That would never open

You are, Yes You are

Without you I just
Can never love again.

There’s something about writing
my feelings for you.

When it hurts,
the pen doesn’t stop.
With every stroke,
it gets darker
and poisonous.

Until it all gets ugly,
The tears smudged the ink.
Because no word,
no phrase
can ever substitute the pain.

All of them are wasted,
crumpled into the shred.
That’s what it’s like
painstakingly
thinking of you.

All of the hurting,
Time had made us
good enough
Not for each other
But for ourselves.

There were too many words
For us to say,
When all we needed
are four simple words.

TIME

TO

LET

GO.