No longer with man

I gave up being in love with you, man. I find it hard keeping up with your elusiveness. I struggle dealing with your difficultness.

Let me, this time, stick with ideas, with sunsets, with sunrise, with summer, and mornings.

Let me stay with inanimate things. Lest you leave me anyway.

Let me dwell on ideas, and read books that could stay by my side forever.

Let me cherish moments with the sun, that be in the morning, noon, afternoon, or any time on the day.

Goodbye, my man.