Why have I never gotten past you?
Even now, as you fade into the nether
of the past, I desperately try to
hold to the effervescent memories of you,
and as it slips through my fingers, I
feel the loss, loneliness, and yet-
I never want another.
I only want you.
I don't care:
what you've done
where you've been.
I just know that I love you.
That is enough. It is too much.
I know I will never love again, because
after you, all other love will be pretend.
I cannot have you; I will have no one
and the winds will blow my love across the sea.
I hope you feel it in the salty beach breeze,
feel it in the warmth of the sun.
I hope every time you get goosebumps,
you realize it is my embrace;
every birdsong is my declaration,
Every whistling wind,
a soft whisper.
I hope you know that even until time dies,
through the endless reincarnations,
I will carry my love to that end-
until in blissful Nirvana in ages come, we are one.