I pray

I pray,
that I will forget you soon,
You are just another passerby,
in this walk of life; mine,
just a couple of hours,
not less, not more,
and eventually you will be a shadow,
that slowly fades away.

To you,
I am just a number,
Just a paper,
Just a fulfillment of duty,
and to think that once,
once, I thought of you,
this stupidity, this blindness,
Oh my heart,
why this sudden madness,
cure me quickly I beg you,
cast me far from this
impulsion I call feeling.
This I pray,
This I ask of you,
if you know the meaning of mercy.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
-ANAIS NIN

In real love, you want the other person's good. In romantic love,
you want the other person.
-MARGARET ANDERSON