Did I mention one resolution, to get you out of my life.
So the first thing I told myself on the first day of the year,
Mind, focus. Keep on track. Heart, too, let go.
What a goal.
What a goal I did achieve.
It was for my own good,
all my goals were for my benefit, not utilitarian. I'm sorry.
My fault, for being the epic.
But what a goal, break my heart.
How could I have left it all behind.

Did I also mention, the reminder went on a daily basis.
And one day I realised that it hurt more to remind myself than to encompass you.
You see losing of minds at a high level, you look at me.

I read. Did you?

Let's talk about death.
Yesterday my name was James.
Today it's tossing helium dream.
Tomorrow my name will be
Gerald Flying off the cliff,
Dave Mustang.
Inside my name is dying heart,
sorrow
guilt
and a lot of hope.



Can mysteries be bright, Like you?
If they can't, can I compose one, about you?