There may come
Many, after you
Maybe, better
But, it will not
For it cannot
Be the same
Perhaps, I may love
Again, if only to feel
The familiar pain
The ache of loss
The agony of emptiness
Yet it will, somehow
Never again
Be the same
There may come
Many, after you
Maybe, better
But, it will not
For it cannot
Be the same
Perhaps, I may love
Again, if only to feel
The familiar pain
The ache of loss
The agony of emptiness
Yet it will, somehow
Never again
Be the same
I woke up last night
To the sound of my own scream
The lights, too bright
Snapping me out of the dream
I groped in the darkness
For your reassuring form
You weren’t about
Perhaps, you were gone
Like the quickly disappearing
Drops of dew
When the sun shines
With a brighter hue
It was a warm morning
that smelled of mildew
interspersed with the
fragrance of flowers, few
You felt familiar
fingers intertwined
That steady pulse,
your hand in mine
The sunlight reflected
in those pools of brown
Our shallow breathing;
the only sound
Those mornings now
haunt me, teasingly
As I mull over the futility
of something, that could never be
We know not
What the future holds
Unpredictability, perhaps
Truths, untold
So we derive
Comfort false
Holding on, uncertainly
As the present, crumbles and falls
Leaving behind
Husks empty
An intangible pull
When you thought you were free
We’ll emerge
Stronger with time
Keeping close,
Your hand in mine
Battling plentiful odds
Against us, stacked
For you, and your presence
Is what this life lacks
So I’ll wait,
With eternal patience
Viewing life,
Through this rosy lens
Nascent thoughts
Scads to say
Somehow my pride,
Comes in the way
Silences, heavy
Weighing me down
Do you hear my voice,
When I make no sound?
I want you here,
By my side
In a world cold
I always deride
I wish you would
Take my hand
Whisk me away
To another land
I need you here
To hold me close
Silently exchange words,
That nobody knows
The infinite expanse, of a shared sky
Perhaps, the same cracked roads
Everyday, every hour
Passing us by
An intangible thread
Not discovered, yet
A mounting tension
Steadily bred
Questions unanswered
Fancies crafted
A fleeting feeling, hope
Warily stirred
A moment of joy
Followed by infinite sadness
Finding order
In a chaotic mess
Subsequent intensities
Somehow less
Your mind left devoid
A consuming emptiness
Sounds, noise, lights
On the walls press
Disappearing suddenly
Then tranquility, nothingness.
If tomorrow
I disappear
Do not pursue me
Shed not a tear
Cherish me as
A silent memory
A thing that perhaps,
Could not be