Farewell

names written in stone
tears shed for disorder
there comes a time
where dreams lay to rest

and by and by
do the trees sing
“oh how wonderful,
how beautiful
is love
from smooth spring
from scorching summer
from agile autumn
from windswept winter”

trees that
turn over a new leaf
do so without fail
just to survive
they don’t hold out
for succulent spring
nor supreme summer
nor authentic autumn
nor wise winter
but yet I’m here

wondering
thinking
hoping
yearning
wishing
for you

like a flower waiting
to bloom in time
but
it has been never
since forever
and never is a long time
possibly longer than forever.

Last Thought

May this be the last I think of you
When I walk down the streets
And a cat leaps onto my path
Crying for a little attention

May this be the last I think of you
When I turn on the television
And the drama tells of a love story
That started great, yet gone all awry

May this be the last I think of you
When I find myself in a bookshop
And the books all scream for my touch
To find hidden gems between them

May this be the last I think of you
When I hear songs sung in French
And the singer reaches a high note
Holding it beyond all belief

May this be the last I think of you
When I write down this poem
And your words still linger like a breeze
Memories are but a cursed blessing

Just Like You

they told me
to go and find someone again
that the next person would
be better

the first one
had a laugh
a bright smile
just like you

the second one
had a curve
a body
just like you

the third one
had passion
for others
just like you

but
it turns out
only you
were
just like you

Eons

it has been eons
since the last time
I sat down and cried

it has been eons
since the last time
I looked up and smiled

it has been eons
since the last time
I saw your simple grin

it has been eons since
and it will be eons till
I find myself not thinking
about how many eons it has been

I Drift

I drift
up high
away
and land
somewhere
for one
lifetime

they call
for me
to come
back home
but where
is home
but where
was home

I close
my eyes
and point
away
from them
and drift
again

next page
chapter
volume
series
distinct
brand new
people
the old
no more

Haikus of 6/6

Dreams:

Deep rest brought me back
The colours of yesteryear,
Glaucoma be damned

SJW:

I put on my shirt
“SOCIAL JUSTICE WARRIOR”
I broke my keyboard

Distension:

A girl walks past me
Butterflies in my stomach
Oh wait, distention