We are together now,
sitting by the same path,
the same old bench,
where you and I became us.

I remember so well the day,
when we first walked by that road,
and so casually sat beside that oak tree,
its shade so intense in the fading evening.

We are sitting close now,
he is pulling me close or is it you ?
Are these his strong arms,
encircling me with masculine desire,
or the treasured embrace of your hug ?
I close my eyes breathing in deep,
sweet nostalgia flooding my eyes.

We are moving closer,
feeling each other's breath.
I yearn your fragrance,
your warm scent,
in his presence.

Drowning deeper in the lost past,
oblivious of his presence,
I think of you and so much more,
so much more that we had,
that we treasured,
that we lost.

Feeling his hands firmer now,
in a reckless moment I pull away,
staring at his alien face.
I run off, run so hard,
so far way,

I am losing breath,
losing time, losing myself.
Is it him I am running from or you ?
or is it myself ?
My own shadow that haunts me,
Oh please, please leave me alone,
let me go,
let me go of all hope,
all dreams, all desires,
all I had, I have,
all I ever can seek.
Let me go,
let me free.