A Stranger You Become

Learning Goodbye, Unlearning the Title

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Right at the intersection between the harsh milky way or the gentle storm, I choose to walk away.

Whether the sunrise or the sunset It is no longer the option for me.

I’d better walk — far and continue. Until the bleed stop bleeding. Until the love stop hurting.

Within the cold air in the familiar city, Within the warm embrace in stranger’s arm.

I’m no longer yours, you are no longer mine.

We both have no string attached, nor feeling left to care to each other.

We stop caring.

We stop loving.

We only growing pain.

Unlearn the familiarity. Closed another chance to be merry, to feel enough, to stop chasing, to open one more door, to lose one more commitment.

And yet calling your name still be the trickiest puzzle I fail to learn.

Because to call you mine is impossible. But stay at your name is far way bitter than the fact that we can’t be together.