Because I want nothing more than you to be with you, doing what pleases you. Sick, well, tired, rested–it is all the same. As long as I am with you.
I look back, and I see my missions. They were worthwhile and restored the cosmic order.
This time, it is not just a job, but labor-full of love, longing, burning hope.
How will I survive?
Do I really want to do so?
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For each step I think I take towards relief, I hesitate and my breath catches. Paused, it hangs.
I look over my shoulder and my heart drops, as I do not want to leave you.
I do not think I can.
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In the fog, only your voice penetrates.
It shatters the illusion that I can easily walk away from you.
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I cannot sleep.
I desert my bed, to walk through the darkest streets I can find.
Even then, each click of my pulse is the sound of your name.
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I offer you everything . Anything.
Nothing is too much, too precious, to save you.
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I have succeeded. Nothing will harm you now.
With that, we both proceed on…apart.
