When memory edges on pain,
when in thought only shadows remain
when in the night the darkness doesn't bother you anymore
then my love, it is time to let go
for what would you rather do?
pine for the passing of every shred of you?
crying is good for the bleeding heart
but move on dear little sprite,
do not cast yourself in cheeriness
nor hide behind sunny smiles
for tears are the liberty of one's soul.
