Along a Path of Forgetting

I feel a heaviness, when...
I sense you deeply;
I stare at your face with fierce attention, and
I pray...
that this moment might last forever.

A creative soul can never be dependent; emotional balance is essential. And yet...
For me, it is utterly impossible
to think of anything without you in it.

There is no contract between us; still,
every word I write, trying to hold you back... they don't know...
I set you free long ago.

Does feeling have its own language? I don't know.
Tell me, how do the sorrowful find such courage?

What good is it to force you to stay? When one has already learned the grammar of letting go...
What is the point of clinging with endless excuses?

On the path that is mine alone—I pay no heed to memory.