One Last Thing

There's only one route left for me;
pray for my soul, but never weep.
In a sense, I am free.
It was my choice, my sin,
my guarantee, my weakness...
If I am to die, let me die with some dignity.
Left in fonder times and earlier memories.

Don't set me as tragic tale -
as the reason you faltered.
Because of the events that have occurred,
you, obviously, were never calculated in.
Be strong, and live.
If it's such a hard thing to deal with, learn from me...
that it's only one of many ways to leave...
to leave a mark.
An impression.
A hard-earned lesson.

I've moved on, as should you.
There's nothing left here for us,
nothing left to discuss,
except that which I have come to realize on my own,
and share that for which I now atone:
your depression,
is a reflection,
of the thoughts you chose.

So, now it's up to you,
and your heart,
to decide if you lose.