I figured it out.
In the end.
It is the necessary and unforgiving step
towards the goal.
Our feet one after the other
on the way to the ancient empire.
We were heading for the blinding lights,
and now, as we redirect our noses,
I have to let go of what was,
close my eyes and see again.
My grip on you has rightly loosened, and now
my mind needs to reconcile itself
with your fingers unwrapping my dreams.
So we will be able to hold hands again.
It is obvious and painful.
And desperately needed,
for I wished you nothing but happiness,
and happiness I will bring you.
In
the end.
