Photograph © Yuhu Tama
You walk alone erasing behind all the traces,
I know you wipe clear off all the faces.
Yet I choose to walk beside you,
even if you let me fade into that grayish hue.
I’m not one of those seasonal streams,
to empty into your withering dreams.
I don’t want to be a cloud smoldering fast,
only to dissolve into your blurry past.
There’ll be no proof of you and me,
if you decide to smother your memory.
But I’m doomed to hold on to mine,
for it to be tarnished with time.
I know where love lies,
within the black pools of your eyes.
Take my hand, I promise to hold you tight,
just don’t let me fade into that endless night.
Sometimes, I wonder why it is so hard to let go of those who can let go of us so easily!