the nights tried
to cover up the absence
of her muted breaths
with all the humming
and thrumming
and beating
of all the things
which remind me of her.
April 27, 2013
October 23, 2012
What did I have?
I, a collector of sorts,
of memories and nightmares and dreams,
I, a dreamer of crisp mornings,
my arms around her waist,
her cheek against my chest,
every sigh, warmth floating
from her lips, urging on
my lazy heart,
on and on from its selfish
wish to just die in her arms,
fearing, believing that every heart-
beat away was a lie, smudging
the pristine silence of that
which once was.
that which I once had but let go,
crisp and crumbling, floating away
unanchored.
October 22, 2012
balled up words still unwritten
reluctant to part from these fingertips,
tears of clouds unyielding and gray,
too stubborn to move on.
too stubborn to
fall.
October 20, 2012
goodbye, I said
in rustling whispers
repeated, echoing
goodbye
good bye
good bye
sidewalks and stop
lights,
good bye, I promised
her smile through
windows dusted
by winding roads and
good byes,
October 7, 2012
cycles
I guess it is possible that I was never lost, that I was never alone to begin with, that all I had to do to reach her clumsy hands was to simply just reach out and hold her clumsy hands, shake off the hands that were already holding on to her, break the fingers already entwined with hers, to simply reach out and tear her away from the hearts of those who had loved her even before I looked into those infinitely dark brown eyes, those who had been kissing her broken lips even before I glimpsed her shy smiles, away from those who had broken her heart even before she broke mine.
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