I wish I could hug back the stars with a smile
even if it burns,
even if I suffer in that light.
But it is a light that I have now learnt to fear.
Now I know the power of reality,
of wounds, and the unbearable noise of past.
Now my every step towards my fear,
can never be love,
it can only be a sacrifice.
It can only mean my acceptance of my end
at the cost of this love
that promises to live on without me.
Should I find comfort in that,
now that I won’t find a life with you?