Only to Live

In the memory of lost loves and old friends, there aren’t many words that I might say. But I would say this, I would ask them to come and take from me that little part of themselves they left in my care. For I cannot care anymore, cannot fight your demons anymore. I would ask for them to come and take from me the little of them that I am left with, so that I might be whole again, once again a complete me, somebody who did not know them, and also did not know the sorrow that comes with the moments of reminiscence. I would ask for them to come and say a proper goodbye, one after which they truly depart. For I wish to be free now, free of all the past that haunts me. For I wish to start anew, with a light heart, and an empty mind, so that I might fill it up again, but with good things this time. I would ask that they come and leave once more, and leave this time so that there is no hope. For I do not wish to live with hope anymore, I only wish to live.