One step

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.