When you leave me, take all you want,
but leave me three things:
my love,
my poetry,
and my best memories of what you used to be.

The sky and the trees
saw the way you looked at me
and the way I looked at you.
They told me I should
let you go.

For love is not forever.
Yet we promised we would never
forget how we were,
and we would always stay
this way, to each other.

You have not changed; neither have I.
Just that in love I get so blind,
I did not see you in the full light,
but something did not feel right.
Only now do I know why.

When you leave me, take all you want,
but leave me love,
rhythm, rhymes, and words,
and all the memories
that would always make me feel for you this way.