I'll take your worries
and make them mine

We often fail to realize
That we are always at a cross roads
Gazing at the unrelenting precipice
Of decision and consequence
Each moment one away
From falling farther or rising above

It's hilarious
in a nauseating sense

to hear my mantras
echo from your lips

Everything is temporary
(Even the pain of you leaving)
Especially the sorrow youll carry for your unseen future

Learn to appreciate the moment
(And all the moments after you)
The calm you chased after running from everything

Let it go
(Or it'll suffocate in your grasp)
So you no longer feel burdened by the weight of decision

It's a pity you had to lose the sound
To appreciate the sentiment

May the voiceless chanting
Of something greater
Lead you forward on your path
Namaste

These creeping thoughts of You
Are all too tiring
My eyes still wander
Thought the gallery of my mind
Imagines distorted by the thin grime
Of sentimentality and nostalgia

But the You to me
Was never truly to you that You are
The You to me was only the version of You
I stowed away in my visions
And held almost forgotten in my heart

For when I gaze upon You now
My eyes beg to shut
For reality doesn't align with
The mirages of my memories
Words You speak
Mimic Your tone
But fail to reach my understanding
Your helpless screams of
Swirling dread and fear of your end

I can't keep visiting You
For You are in the past
The You that lives on now
Is a timeless captive who may never grow
Or change
Abandoned to fade
And share the same doom as those fated memories of You

And I cannot look for You
In my future
Because the You are to me now
Perhaps the true You to you
Is stuck in a space
Left behind My in time
Still waking to fight the tireless battles
Of Your war torn mind
Capsizing over the paralysis of each decision
A despair that is not mine to carry

Where do my words go
When there's no one around
To catch them

Well, I have done a lot of searching
and I know now what I deserve.

I won't get stuck in a trap
of second guessing myself.

If this causes something
that cannot be repaired
I won't live with a shadow
of looming resentment.

The morning sun
Kissed my skin
And told me it was okay
To miss you