To Let Go

The epicentre of my pain, indeed

Lives kilometres apart, in plains;

While my energy does not coherent to his,

He denies as well.

I wonder if he needs much of it or lesser a bit,

Do I love much fiercer,

Forever he jilts

Until the day I would to him,

For no more would I resonate,

I promise still,

I am going to miss the bond, saturated.