Go then.
Get thee hence.
Forget me, forget my love
and my heart beating it's way toward
those mountains where dreams go to be remembered.

I banish you.
And the lingering kiss.
The ghosts of loves and lives once possible
I renounce.
I remove.

Please.
Take my heart and burn it.
Take this from my hands and eat of it
life from my love.
Clothe yourself with me
and set my shackled soul free.

I am kept alive
by the whispers of memory.
Your bare shoulder.
The smell of pine needles.
Knowing you were near before I could see you.

What am I?
These hands.
This soul.
Nothing.