#10

A Mild Dream

I wonder why I yearned insinuation

When we were already weary

With all of your naivety

You could only cultivate brevity

We were never meant for longevity

You quietly appealed for sacrifice

Sacrifice is to make sacred

By letting go what is most revered

A desperate remedy to make whole once more

Intention without appreciable heart

Oft produces tension which pulls apart

You did not distinguish

What was sacrifice, and what was running away

I sacrificed

More than that

I became less selfish

I let go of you