Is It Farewell? Paras? Poem by Paras Saxena

It smells of final goodbye, doesn`t it? It tastes like the final breath before you and me become us. We were always one soul with different identity. So before your name is lost in time I express the gratitude I possess for your deeds which enlightened my dying spirit and showing the dark corners of my being to free the demons trapped beneath. I place just today at your feet for I can`t offer more, my misfortune and maybe yours too. Tomorrow I shall be you and you shall be me, but hasn`t it always been so? Only I`ll abandon your name and keep your spirit; your vulnerability, fearlessness, shamelessness, a pint of your arrogance and all your energy and madness with no origin but itself. Dearest Mustafa, it`s not farewell but coalescence. I`ll take every piece of you that`s not a piece of me, take every piece of me that`s not a piece of yours and merge together for us to be complete.
I`ll spill brutally honest words with a gentleman`s speech, with arms embracing vulnerability, eyes and a grin absolutely deficient of shame, with desires bore by audacity and a benign heart. I`ll run into dark woods to kiss the peak of the mountain but no more empty hand waiting for a somebody to fill the gap between fingers and fill the holes in my happiness. I`m forever beholden to you for your esoteric lessons; the magical patterns of love, difference between life and death, designing memories, capturing moments, why not be afraid of walking alone, and never fear getting hurt or hurting, hinterlands and forbidden fantasylands of both, reality and surreality. And that salient lesson about why I should abandon God. Thank you for granting me a chance to fix, by and with, brokenness, reasonless mourning and despondency. Now I know joy in its pristine form and love in not all but countless designs, depth of obsession, how paramount is madness and the difference between them.
Only until today I know the difference between you and me, for tomorrow we`ll be one as I sacrifice your name. it`s a fresh genesis of a new voyage over the ocean of life for foremost I need to find north and reach a different coast before I drown. Farewell? It is not.