Eurydice

Never asked you to go after me.
Stories end sometimes,
Just like the feelings.
Did I love you?
Does this have some meaning?
All has passed.
And I should have flown,
But my wings are clutched by your soul...
By your words,
My lost hopes, fear of living...
Let me go.
For both of us, please.
I can't fly,
But I'll learn how to swim.
I've lost one life,
So please, let redeem.
Say goodbye
And please,
Take your leave.

(15.12.24)

I started wondering, did Eurydice even want this love? Perhaps she did, but she had already lost her life, and the past could no longer be, just as their love could no longer remain the same. I believe she understood that. Yes, for a brief moment, she felt hope, walking alongside Orpheus, but she also faced a different life, a new future — or perhaps even eternity itself.

I used to think I was Orpheus. I chased after my Eurydice, unable to let go, singing songs of lost love and weeping for what was gone. I began this poem as Orpheus, but then I realized — I am Eurydice. I want to let go of my past life and step into something new, unknown, and entirely different.
And now I am Eurydice, asking my Orpheus — the part of me that loved so deeply it led to death, to self-destruction — to finally let me go.