His eyes

Peace
solitary
but not alone
here
But there
dreaming of this
can't I remember what it is
I ever meant?
Did what I felt
mean not
anything
compared to now?
the answer...
is yes.

but...

those days are dead
and have long passed
and you want to know what...
they don't mean anything after all
I think I should leave the dead to decay
and those of the living
I am all yours

I don't need my past to justify me now.
I don't need their approval to justify all of me.
There is only one set of eyes I concern myself with
and ultimately...
I am all his
So bladed words at me
mean nothing
and faded, longing glances,
just the wind without the trees.

Leave the dead to decay,
and love to flourish.

Live and let go...
Let go, and die
By discover...

why

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