Lost Things

When you have lost something-like a favorite CD or a set of keys- and while looking for it you come across something else you once lost but have long since forgotten?

Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching- maybe because it was no longer required or a replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed-until that moment of discovering, a flash of recognition.

Everyone has an inventory of lost things to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.

I think that is where I belong- among your lost things. An old photograph pressed between the pages of your book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

Soul

When my soul fell in love with you, there was only this yearning to be close to you. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard or a smile seen.

My soul doesn't know any calenders or clocks, nor does it understand time and distance. It only knows that it feels right to be with you.

This is the reason why I miss you- my soul feels your absence.

"Can I ask you something"?

"Anything".

"Why is it that every time we say goodnight, it feels like a good bye"?

Waking without You

Every song sings of you,

from every tear falling,

I sing along;

in dreams of you

I cling to

when I start waking.

Remembrance

I remember my highs,

as dark as his eyes,

as the sun set;

the dark of his hand covered the pale of mine,

and the easiness of his smile.

I remember my sorrows in hues,

like the grey of his shadows,

looming on my body,

and the white of his lie

when he promised to stay.

The Question

It was a question I had worn on my lips and etched into my heart. For days it lingered inside me, like a loose thread on a favorite sweater. I couldn't help tugging it often. I couldn't resist the the temptation of pulling it, knowing full well it will unravel around me.

"Do you love me"? I asked

In your hesitation I found the answer.

A Reverie

A dusty room

                     a couch by the window

                     unseeing, moist eyes

                     gaze in to a forgotten past

                     the melange of a love affair.

A festival

                     of memories

                      spinning round 

                      into a blur

Her mind 

                is a playground of 

                pain, regrets, loss

               she wonders if you think of her.

First Love

Before I fell

                   in love with words;

                    with the blooming flowers

                    with the setting skies

                    with the sad melodies

                    with the singing birds

                    and black beauty of the night-

                     it was you I fell

                     in love with first.

Letting You Go

There is a peculiar kind of suffering to be experienced when you love someone greater than yourself. A particular kind of hollow emptiness where the absence of that one person gnaws at your inside. A tender sacrifice.

It is like the lost melody of a phoenix or the bent and broken feet of a dancer. It is in every step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.