by KC Bernardo

In the midst of my goodbye, must I see

Your face a picture of sorrow and pain,

And your eyes filled with anxiety?

But if you would hate me, let my heart be slain

I will go, my love, and bid my last.

But before I leave, dear one, must you know

That I’ll be back sooner thus end your angst.

And that all these to you I bestow

Must I turn my back when this dream is for you—

This dream that has given meaning to my life?

Thus I ask, my lovely love, do heed me.

Since your hate would be deadlier than my knife,

There’d be no single blood that I would shed

If my lips would not speak these words that must be said.

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