An Honourable Heartache

There comes a time when deeds must needs be done,
When the heart dies, and one languishes in the ashes of cremated rapports.
I have done my duty, lit the acquaintancy and watched it diminish into flickering embers.
All I ask is you do yours, lie there still and not rock the urn.
Isn't it but natural to defend yourself from that what harms?
You once said you didn't want to hurt me...anymore.
I once said, I'd support you in any decision you make.
This is my way of supporting you, in the most natural way I know.
Let distance mark our wishes, and wishes our lies.


"For all of my life I have searched for your face
and now I have seen it
I've now seen the smile, the eyes,
felt the wondrous embrace of the face I've been looking for
my soul has searched forever for the luminous face that I now behold before me..."
Jalal ad-Din Rumin