The Abandon

Living in the abandon, the abscense. Living in the questionable finality. Why else should one live if not for one another? Why else should one die if not to save another? Why should I sacrifice a moment of your happiness with my silence when I am sure of its lacking? If I have loved so deeply, why should I let it go to see if it will come back to me when the path has been obscured by a force so dark that I am inclined to continue to shine a light so that it might be seen even in your darkest hour, am I wrong for having loved or for shining the light? If I have believed for a moment that I am finished, I do not remember. If you believe for a moment that I should be, I must be gone. If I live long enough to cast one candle flame to your periphary that you might turn toward it and step back onto the path, then I can set you free never to wonder if you would come back to me, for I would die knowing I had shown the light just long enough to be sure.