Autumn leaves adorn you.
Sleep deep, my love.
Sleep without regrets to fill every
Waking moment lying on the bed.
Sleep without nightmares to haunt
On cold, long, lonely nights.
Sleep without waking on a pillow
Wet with tears shed for lost love.
Sleep so memories can’t reach you
Deep under the ground.
I will see you there someday too.
I love you. I still do.
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Under the stars,
You sit on your knees,
Hold my hand,
And beg me return,
Promising eternity again.
Other nights,
You shout profanities,
Ordering me to leave again.
Everytime
I wake up
Drenched in tears,
Wishing these nightmares away.
You still star in my dreams,
My love…
Frozen grass
Forever covers
The ground
I stand on.
My heart is barren
For it shed
Its shrivelled joy
In the middle of the
Never ending winter.
Cold memories
Make me sway
To the point of breaking
Every single night.
No other seasons
Visit my anymore
Ever since the Spring
you died.
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I wonder
Why I still dream of you.
I thought
I didn’t love you enough
To tie myself to you.
But I still
Can’t laugh away
The childish love
I held within me
For you.
You always surprise me with
How much I still miss you…
How much I wish you missed me too…
The forest is dark as little light filters through the thick canopy of trees overhead. He has been walking for what seems like hours but could be only minutes.
Standing in a pool of dim light, she looks the same after so many years, beckoning him to come forward. Awestruck as if he found his heaven, he obliges.
Somewhere in a hospital, an old man dies…
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She lighted the countless lamps
of the fairytale castle
every night,
hoping for love
of the handsome Prince.
The day she died,
the castle alone mourned–
its halls dark
through the night.
While the Prince cursed
and stumbled around
looking for a trickle of light.
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Love, when you ended
your ‘less-than-perfect’ life,
I believe you had every right.
But your note said
you pray for forgiveness
for your life of sins.
In that moment,
you changed everything.
You had no right to call
our love, our life and dreams,
a Sin…
We were gay, not philanderer–
almost man and husband.
Now that I stand here at your grave,
I wonder if I had sinned
throughout my life
by loving a Sinner.
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I was in a shock, I think.
Holding the phone to my ear
With one hand,
I ironed the same dress
For an hour,
Until I saw the holes
Burnt through the fabric,
Much like my heart.
No, I don’t love you anymore.
I had that sorted out long back.
Until Now.
I sat down
On the pile of ironed clothes
And stayed there for another hour
Still clutching the phone
Close to my heart.
Waiting for something… someone…
No, I don’t love you anymore.
I had that sorted out long back.
Until Now.
Someone called, not sure who,
Confirming what I already knew.
“Of course, I am fine.
I got over him.”
I called my new love
To share what I felt.
“Of course, I’m fine.
I got over him.”
Of course, I don’t love you anymore.
I had that sorted out long back.
Until Now.
Not sure if I ate that night,
Not sure how I got to bed.
Not sure if I cried.
But I remember
Turning over my wet pillow
In the middle of the night,
The day you died.
-Dedicated to the one ‘I didn’t love anymore’ until the day he died
I was washed ashore
When the rage subsided.
Your storm had stranded
Me on a lonely island.
The pain left me ripped up
My soul dried to bone.
I cried your name over
Hoping for your return.
There I waited to die
For an eternity,
Accepting defeat.
Until I heard the gulls cry
A song replete.
I looked at the colours
Play in the horizon.
As if in a ballet,
The world went on to spin.
Then I quit pining for you,
And rescued myself
To a better life
Without you…
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