who will witness the breeze that high

no matter where you will be
or are
no matter what you have done or
will do
remember just this,
walking along a few steps
towards the base of a steep climb
was never harder
then when it was to leave
bags of memories behind,
but what else will i carry on the cliff
when i reach there,
who will witness the breeze that high
ligher air
heavier breaths,
who can ever remember then
the colour of twinkle in your eyes
that will close my eyes
and ask me to just keep quiet
surrender and never again
to fight,
please forgive if i can not say
or do enough
but can i say,
i will not feel enough