The Retreat Poem by Alexander Zabalza

In this cruel and dark world, our souls intertwined,
Your soul's brightness guided me, our paths aligned.

Our meeting holds a purpose, I believe,
Yet I must retreat, for my mind's reprieve.

The illusion of what we could become,
Threatens to consume, to leave me undone.

But this retreat takes its toll, piece by piece,
For your soul's warmth brings my cold soul peace.

My heart and soul plead for me to stay,
To lose myself in the illusion's sway.

Yet my mind cautions, warns of past mistakes,
Urging me to retreat before history retakes.

How can I withdraw from your captivating light,
When you've become the warmth I crave, day and night?

But today, I gaze upon our pictures, memories dear,
I smile, thanking the sky for your warmth I've felt near.

Yet I must retreat, safeguard the happiness I've found,
Preserve it before it fades, before it's unbound.