They Will

Oh, they’ll make you come till you think the earth is moving. They’ll coax confessions out of your passionate sighs as you clench around their fingers. They’ll taste your honesty as they gently ask your mouth questions with theirs. They’ll listen to your childhood traumas while holding you close. They’ll lick a path of intimacy down your spine and into the deepest part of you. They’ll weave nostalgia and routine into your memories. Then they will leave.

You

Are dead to me, are not in my life cycle.
You.
Release me. I have released you.
You.
Fragmented me and rejected me over and over. Eon after eon.
You.
I wanted you for millennia. Yearned.
You.
I have let you go.
You.
Our souls now take different paths.
You.
I.
Me.
Us.
Cosmos converge. Diverge.
You.
Peace at last.
You.
As you were.