As your wisdom comes to light erasing everything unbecoming of you, you slip further away from my tranquil, deep into my fright of forgetting you, of losing you in this cemetery of dying lust. As you saunter into your peaceful, I stray into my faithless, and we both depart in opposite projectiles jettisoned out of all the apathy boiling inside our launch pads. Look at us, my love, dissolving in our own sunsets, dissipating into our own fragrance, falling into our own sleep. It has been so long that I have known you, I have memorised every breadth of your skin, I have recorded every jugular symphony of your rumoured breath, I have carried every apostrophe before and after your exclamations. But the time has come not to linger on with unfinished chapters deathless, my wisdom lies in forgetting your name, forgetting you had once belonged to the becoming of what I was to be, my sunset is still meaningless without yours; and that’s the reason I have to forever remember to forget everything you have now become, a stranger at my door in a land where you and I were once children of the window.