2 Songs of Despair
This candle melts like my heart at your first hello
Teasing me with skin at the tip of shoulders
Then slow, like a tear, falls, undressing, to piles on the floor
The naked flame does a dance that lulls me
Against all odds, against the wind, dances to my forgetting
The memories that burnt bright like it now leave me cold
No fire could ever warm me
A trembling blue heart beats faintly, for an almost, that couldn’t possibly.
What is burnt is forever lost, however beautiful the jars we store the ashes in
But there were no ashes, were there? For we died in parts
Each minute taking from us more than the last.
What once was brightness, slowly fizzled out.
The grounds levelled for the blind
When we were almost dead, I put us out
Should’ve done so long ago
Now I just sit in darkness
From the front
What Could’ve Been
On nights as cold as this one, the warm memories keep me afloat
I keep reliving yesterdays, wondering what could’ve been
I shiver a little more, when a light breeze sends your scent my way
Taking me back to the day when…
We spoke of loneliness, together, thoughts intertwined.
Laughter trickled from your face and tickled me like a leaf rustling in my ear
Company made tourists of us, exploring beautiful scars to the expanse of our beings
I’d give a thousand sunsets just to have that one more time.
What is happiness but these fleeting sets of moments?
On nights as cold as this one, I remember us,
Two thirsty travellers in a desert, trying to see water through the sand in our eyes
And on our quest, found each other.
But unfair were the promises we made.
Of a perhaps, greater than us.
And now you’re there, and me here.
Craving for another moment of laughter where our hearts aren’t aching from holding back our tears.
On nights as cold as this one, the walls cave in and tell
They heard your sobbing, and the pain you felt echos from a distance.
The eyes flood and we’re drowning in memories.
Grasping at figments, piecing together puzzles.
As if once, I didn’t moon-walk on the shards of her broken heart.
Does she see me through the blur of her tears?
On nights, as cold as this one, I light a lantern to see
you, staring down at me from the picture on my wall.
I can’t imagine a room with a view without you, in it.
I pray that one day, our paths cross again.
Since you left, I’ve never been the same.