I will not 

I will not 

Mourn you when 

You go. 

I will not try

To remember the taste

Of your smile

Fading from my tongue

Or the lavender 

Or your presence 

Snaking away on

The back of the wind. 

When you leave 

With your head 

In the clouds 

Towards a rising sun 

I will forget 

To mourn Your loss. 

Rather I will celebrate 

Your journey 

To wherever