Since last Saturday
I’ve been travelling,
Resting under the night’s
hours of the dark sky darker than tar.
Counting, struggling and
healing my carved scars.
But then I did
realize my purpose for living.
So I penned this down
and sketched the lyric on my rusted guitar.
I wrote about the
moments, some about her, some ours.
I felt her being
there.
The bed didn’t hurt
anymore even if it were made out of used chairs.
The fire were no more
fire but flames.
And it’s when on my
skin I felt the blanket of a million stars.
Or was it her.
If not I’d like to
believe it that way rather.
Last Thursday I met
her.
I’ve been wanting to
see her for a while.
I’ve been wanting to
see her gorgeous smile.
I do wish to
apologize to her.
For the mildly vicious
lines I drew.
And finally realized
she deserves a meet rather.
It’s just,
I’m glad last
Thursday I met her.
Last Friday I dreamt
of her.
Some of the dreams, I
was fortunate enough I could see.
Some of the dreams
made me blush and some made me breathe in glee.
Some of the dreams,
I’ve missed.
And those were the times when she saw them for me.
So last Friday I
dreamt of her.
I thank her strongly,
For letting me.
She knows how I am,
shy and naïve.
Of course, certainly
not that shy that I won’t confront her.
They say, shy is
being brave.
So last Sunday, I
walked up to her.
Like always, snow and
rain all over trapped me.
It being the month of
June.
I walked all by
myself in front of her home,
Whistling and humming
our tune.
And then I saw her.
I sat beside her
grave.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel
anymore a bit alone.
I felt her arms, her
touch, her skin.
But then I realized
you know, it’s just the stone.
I brushed my palms
over the stone once and cleaned the snow.
And it read, “You’re
never on your own.”
This was all that was
engraved by her for me.
She’s been sleeping
for a while, indeed a great sleeper.
I’m just glad last
Sunday I walked up to her.
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