Radha

No trace of love, no hum of hate
as I cry out 'obliviate'.
So now I'm gone, the tomb is sealed
and one day I hope that you will heal.

I won't turn back to visit you;
old mementos kept - just a few.
The cat's out of the bag and won't be let in
now we've both a new chapter to begin.

The cub is grown yet won't attack
the hermit's polka-dotted sack;
the shelter, for two brothers now alone,
a spell to harden this heart to stone.

It makes no difference and yet still
I would've like to sit upon the windowsill
to share a glance, a goodbye at last
but what's done is done and what's passed is past.

I raise a cup with one last look.
A softened sigh  - I close the book.
Go forward traveller, thy heart find rest.
Two separate journeys are for the best.

Radha, Rose and now just me,
With a final blessing I set you free.