Learning to Cherish

Well, I am sorry for not understanding.
Please don’t judge me for not helping
when I had no idea.
You don’t have to say a thing.
I won’t need vivid imaginations.
We don’t have to realize anything.
So please,
the final thing I am going to ask
is just this.

Don’t worry,
I am not running away
to the opposite end.
As long as you’re here
I will give you a hand.

Turn back,
I will face this twirling sea for you.
I know it isn’t much.
But I too have learnt:
feeling numb is half the ways to heal.

Just accept my last request.
One day,
you have to let me go.
Set me free.

It’s not as if the strings themselves want to soar.
But my dear, you have to realize one day,
the one day when I am no longer by your side,
whispering encouragements in your ear,
it is going to burn more furiously than ever.
This fire, this rage,
is feeding on these tears that are flowing now,
engulfing the pureness of it all.

It’s not like ignorance.
Oh, forgive me when my voice is not lost
but words still fail me.

I do not wish to infect you,
to give you away like the hundred others I already did before.
The tale does not need to be retold
a hundred thousand times again.
It tells its own story.

So do not stop me from apologizing,
because it already is half involving you.

The worst thing is not watching you
sink down too far from an out-reached grip,
but the way we keep repeating 'I'm sorry'
each one with less meaning than the one before.

Funny how
when everything is near the end
is the moment you learn
how to cherish it.