just before i let go

now let me savor this bitterness
and let it flow through my veins,
into my heart
that it may weaken its pulse tonight.

now let me savor this anger
that's rotting my mind
and let me loose myself
into sad memories tonight.

now let me savor this pain
and remember the short gasp
of my breath in between
stabs of the dagger.

now let me savor the tears
that salts my wounded heart
that in this woundedness
i may find my salvation;
that in it's scar
will grow beautiful a flower.

let me savor the sight of you
that when i see you
i may feel care not indifference,
and gratitude not hate

let me savor our small talks
then in the languidness of your words
i may find joy and peace,
a balm to my swollen heart.

let me savor the last romance
that when i wake up in the morning
i may accept the reality that your love
is just one of the stars the
twinkles at night.