what, if not to rush the edge
of love and reel it back.
what, if not to feel sadness with you,
to ache in solitude, engaging the clouds?
what, if not to rage and break silence,
to fill deaf ears with my whispers?
what, if not to endure separation
to accept/embrace an end?
what, if not to sacrifice in love,
then to never know sky, light, flame, burning embers:
to live and die without you.
