Maybe the only way to love you,
is to leave and love you alone.
And the only way to thank you,
is to etch a farewell in stone.
If I put my regrets upon my back,
the weight would crush my bones.
But you just stand there watching,
and hating the load I carry
you don’t see how much I hate it too.
I know how tired and fed up you are
but I don’t want to say goodbye
Not after the mountains we’ve climbed
Not after how much we’ve cried.
But if it will make you happiest, in the end,
I’ll take my leave, and I’ll tell myself,
that Loving is Leaving
And Trying is Dying
And Gratitude is best shown
with a farewell,
a finite etching in stone.