As you return to love, I shall fade to black.
Everything that once was, must now revert back.
It’s not complicated, eerily simple
And yet, I feel uneasy
Frog in my throat, queasy
But please see,
My choices to come are just a reflection of me
To remain cordial, I must let you be.
It’s only after distance consumes me
That I am able to brave-face what will be.
No regrets, so don’t fret
About the little things.
But if love is present,
I can’t be.
Emotions, my own, I can handle.
Others, sort throws me off balance.
Just remember what has been connected can’t be disconnected.
