She told me, "There's no coming back."
I left her on the door for what I lacked
The human touch she once prayed for
She no longer needed, inside was a war

Untouchable.

Her tears gushed like spring water
But, in her heart it felt like a drop in a desert
She needed to cry at the alter
No more ceaseless longing, she could assert her will

She could finally let me go, she had snapped
The genesis of change had begun
The wind carried me away
I have never spoken her name

Untouchable.