After the GoodBye

I knew you would go away,

I was ready for that day.

I prepared my heart, I let it be,

Accepted goodbye silently.

I wanted to thank you before you left,
For every moment, for all you gave.
I thought I could smile and say farewell,
And let the memories rest as well.

But the heart still wanders, lost and slow,
Waiting for someone it already knows won’t show.
Stupid heart—it knows it’s done,
Yet waits beneath the setting sun.

Somewhere, I wish I meet you someday,
Just once, perhaps, along life’s way.
And yet, the same heart whispers too
“Please, never let me meet you.”

All for Nothing

I shout out loud, but you don't hear my cries,

No matter how I call, you never turn.

I try my best, but nothing satisfies,

And all my efforts burn and softly burn.

I feel so much, I miss you every day,

To you, it doesn't matter or belong;

I throw my heart and all my love away,

And realize everything I did was wrong.

Rain, Nature, and Mom

 

An early morning rain falls soft and slow,
Cool little drops with a gentle glow.
I wish I were that little child once more,
Playing beside Mom as I did before.

Staring at her face, forgetting the rain,
Smiling through joy, through every tiny pain;
Perhaps a little scolding would come my way,
Yet I’d still want to laugh and play.

Nature feels like happiness, pure and true,
But Mom, my heart always returns to you;
Of all the moments life gave to me,
You remain my sweetest memory.

The Last Goodbye

When sickness pauses life and stops the breath,

And brings us close to that long sleep of death,

Our beating heart brings back the days gone by,

And wishes for the dreams we left to die.

At that last hour, when nothing else remains,

And zero counts the riches and the pains,

We only want one look, one gentle word,

From that one person who our spirit stirred.

Our poor, sad heart knows well it cannot speak,

Too tired now to find what it would seek;

It feels so sorry, and the tears fall down,

Without a word, without a smile or frown.

No hands to wave, no final words are said—

Just one small tear upon the quiet bed,

Rolling gently from the corner of the eye,

To say the softest, and the last, goodbye.

It's Okay

When fate descends with all its heavy weight,

And ties your hands before the crushing blow,

There is no room to question or debate,

No place to turn, no other way to go.

You stand defenseless as the storm rolls in,

And feel the helplessness of bending bone,

Where even struggle is a fading sin,

And you are left completely on your own.

Yet deep inside, where quiet truths reside,

A gentle whisper stills the rising fray;

No bitter tears, no anger left to hide

The battered heart just softly sighs: "It's okay."

The Currency of Time

So much of time has drifted down the stream,

That "sorry" and "thank you" are empty now;

We wake from what was once a living dream,

And ask no pardon, nor will make a bow.

No one remains to listen or to speak,

The doors are closed against the quiet plea;

Though true the love we once were bold to seek,

It drowned beneath a vast, indifferent sea.

The days are priceless, bought with breath and bone,

Yet feelings stand like trifles in the dust;

We walk the heavy miles of earth alone,

Where time has eaten every ancient trust.

The Movie of Our Days

When looking back, the tears and laughter blend,

The heavy depressions and the silent sighs,

The love we held so close unto the end,

All lose their sharp and agonizing cries.

The ones we loved, the ones we fought and burned,

Now look like simple mortals, pure and kind;

We wonder how the pages might have turned

If we had left no shadow left behind.

Would all their joys have doubled, unconstrained,

If I had never crossed their shifting track?

It matters not what losses have remained,

Or what the silent years can render back.

Despite the weight, the trouble, and the strife,

I hold the truth: I lived a brilliant life.