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.

Abstracts. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless white walls.
Her eyes closing.

Dark stretched canvas.

Without playing a single note.

Blue hues, with drops of rain.

Scratches of red wine.

Etched in the wood work.

Dividing oceans,

Moving deep orange sunsets.

Silence resonating.

Pulse racing.

Into the falling leaves.

Across the echoes of her mind.
Disappearing, quickly.

As she came.

Into the night.

Seconds Apart.

Falling deeper

Tonight, the questions keep on coming.

Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window.

You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender.

Still, the questions remain unanswered.

With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last.

Stillness of the earth, inviting, keeping you afloat. Repeatedly, you ask.

Where do you go? What do you do?

The faint echoes of silence nudging, depriving, reminding.

And tonight, the questions keep on coming — beating on what’s left of your battle worn heart.

Time is up.

 

Never Stop.

Anywhere But Here.

 

Listen closely.

Do you hear the familiar lines of our song?

She asks.

Do you want to dance?

I smile.

Do we take it slow?

She leans in.

Do I hold her?

Listen again.

Is that her voice calling me home?

Or is that us saying goodbye?

Listen.

Linger.

One Night

That first moment.

She saw this girl, walking towards her direction.

Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say.

Butterflies, fluttering in a  million different ways.

That inexplicable feeling, when she pulled her closer.

Just a breath away.

She closed her eyes, with the scent of her skin, lingering.

Heightened senses.

She touched her, at the back of her neck.

Warring heart and mind.

She kisses, painstakingly, with all of her.

Conflicted. Body and soul.