You do not really love me?
I would swear this could break me,
But no-- it has set me free--
Endless possibilities;
It is truly bittersweet,
To find in your own retreat
This sweltering inner peace.
I miss you but still release;
Love lets go, it stands alone,
And it will return once grown.
If it does not, it wilts fast,
Tragic symbol of the past.
Regardless of miseries,
Thank you for the memories.