Broken Echoes

Six months ago today, I held your hand.

I begged, repeatedly.

Asking you, please stay.

Six months ago today, I kissed your head.
I cried, tears burning my heart
Asking you, please hang on.

Six months ago today, I hugged you tight.
I howled in pain,
Asking you, please don’t go.

Six months ago today,
your heart stopped, ma. so did mine. 

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Unbreaking Chains

 

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Work? Study? You may also go on with your routine. Live the life you have always known. Or perhaps the life you have always wanted to live or the life you were trying to escape from.

Write a book. Discover an element. Try out for a mindless reality show.  Finish the Harry Potter series.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

I called out your name. Deafening silence. Everyday. Day and night. I called out your name. Repeatedly, until my voice gave out. My heart gave out. And you never came back.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days since you went off to the sunset. I am still here, calling out your name.

Tomorrow, I do this all over again.

Each Turn.

Stand here with you

One step forward. Two steps back.
We fight, senseless arguments, we hurl words that can never be taken back.

One step forward. Two steps back.
Hues of red, pink and orange, staring back at us.The world made perfect, just for us.Only for us.

One step forward. Two steps back.
Doubting forever. Endless tears. Cold starless skies. Silent screams.

One step forward. Two steps back.
That first time our lips met. That first time you laughed at something silly I said.That movie we barely saw.

One step forward. Two steps back.
Questions and undaunted fears. You cry. I break. repeatedly.

One step forward. Two steps back.
And then we pause.

Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

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Longing, as each day passes.

Defying logic, odds, and sanity.

Of a thousand fluttering butterflies.

Questions, the hows and whys.

Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving.

In thoughts and dreams.

In sweet smiles and hollow pains.

In harsh reality and peaceful escapes.

Hold on. Hang in there.

Stay with me.

Colder Water.

Colder water

Do you reach out, expecting my hand to cover yours from across the table?

She pulls me through, when she feels like I am getting lost along the way.

Do you see me right beside you just before you close your eyes?

She kisses me goodnight and lets me wander into my dreams.

Does your heart still skip a thousand beat whenever you hear that song?

She holds me tight— shielding me from the cruelest night air.

Do you pause — for a second, a breath, to admire the leaves as they fall?

She walks with me aimlessly, until I get the perfect shot.

Do you still call out my name in a whisper — wondering  if I ever loved you?

Run Away.

guiding light

Come take my hand.

We’re inches away, several miles apart.

Just a little closer. Just a bit more.

You tear up on cue, with a wary soul.

Clouded judgement, forgotten memories.

We promised forever,  minds at war.

A love of a lifetime.

Where did we go wrong?

Shards of glass broken, as still as the moonlight.

And now, a fleeting glimpse of goodbye.