It is set now that you will leave Suffern and with it me –
A crest of your destructive activities in the name of sorrow and nirvana,
But I still feel our love runs deeply abundant even up to an upheaval –
So I do not know who is more insane between us.
I know the world inflicted deep anguish on you,
You like a fragile flower petal disintegrated in its onslaught,
Real love disregards world in its existence,
Ethereality the only mantra in its workings.
But your suffering is real nevertheless,
I offer myself body and soul to mitigate every scintilla of your agony –
I am willing to lay my life to keep you smiling,
But darling you have just to give me a signal.
I know we live in an age where love is just one of the possessions of self:
Modern self is narcissistic, unshared, unripened, unsatisfying,
But we know this aberration is time-bound,
Cultures seesaw between man’s spiritual death and rebirth.
I wish you could stay where you are,
Think creatively and let love have a chance to be reborn,
But if you still insist on going after something more durable than it,
I will still love you to the world’s end.
Suffern, January 4, 2018
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