— Either Way. —
'cause i don't know
what hurts more
when you look like a stranger
or i see my reflection in those conversations
the pitter-patter of rain
on my doorstep
or the lovely garden of ignorance
erasing my absence
wilted peonies
or tulips for a fresh start
the time lost within the years
or the one that won't be ours
it was December meeting January
so close
yet years apart.
— Right Feeling, Wrong Season? —
i loved it before the rain.
the safety. the belongingness. the warmth.
the change of it into butterflies.
the soft wind on my skin.
rising of flags, rustling leaves. flapping wings, the songs of peacocks.
the eternal eurythmics.
the estrangements. the reunions. the euphoria.
sweet melancholy in the air, the forevermore nostalgia of our beings.
tulips complementing the peonies.
the dances, the runs.
the hair on your face, our little phrases that never got old.
the feeling of being alive.
a thousand emotions, we just knew.
i loved it before the rain.
the slight winter of the summer.
until
it was a faraway forever.
— Etched Mirages —
as October rolls
away,
i think about
the moments we made
it seems like
a mirage
so golden, so beautiful
so deeply etched
in my mind
it fades away
like us.