Paler

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

Nights

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

Mornings

 

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

Husks

 

 

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

 

 

Patience

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

Unsaid

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?

Here

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

 

Tomorrow

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

Chaos

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.

Pursuit

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