I yield to your will.
I shall speak of it no more, restrain my hands lest they reach for you again, bind my heart that would beat in sync with yours.
My eyes are closed that you won’t see them shimmer with tears, my lips are sealed that you won’t hear care, concern, tenderness in my voice. My fingers I will fold together, grip together, white knuckled in intensity, all so you won’t see them shake.
I retreat.
Your voice, each whisper, laugh, gasp, sigh…every last untterance…I will strive to erase from my memory. The cadence of your sentences, the lilt of your accent, the husky note of emotions- these I will try to forget.
I surrender.
I will. I will surrender.
If you would but fade from my memory.
© J.M. Stone
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