As days pass by amid cracked paths and searing winds,
I can’t help wonder if you know how it feels to be in love with someone you’ve never met.
Look out the window, the bounty of nature has opened its arms wide again,
Showering beads of joy and respite.
Rain soaked, arms locked, heads tilted, goofy smiles,
Can you see those lovers like I can?
Does it not make you think of me or is it just me burning in your love all alone, wondering where you are?
As fall descend upon us, my mind muses over many who came to confess their love.
You’re so kind and gentle they said,
Why don’t you love me? they asked.
Yet no one hardly ever bothered to look beyond this smiling face and eyes.
For if they had, they’d known that a stormy and placid sea lied behind,
Above a bed of memories, shells of dreams, gems of virtues, rocks of hardships, greens of merriment and springs of piercing pain.
How can they love me when they don’t even want to know me?
I tried to look for you in each one of them but came back empty handed,
For our minds and hearts were poles apart.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a person so similar to you that even your eyes could converse?
And I’m not even asking you to save me but every time when I sobbed in the dead of the night, I couldn’t help wonder how it’d have felt if you had been sitting beside me, quietly asking, “are you alright?”
Even when my heart danced with happiness, it wondered how it’d feel to see the reflections of my joy gleaming in eyes and vice versa.
My heart, silly little naive thing, for yearning your company in ups and downs as much,
Can’t seem to get over your love as it constantly hopes that you’d show up one day.
But how will you when you aren’t even looking, are you now?
Can you hear me?
Music engulfs me in its warmth while I shiver through a freezing road dodging ugly jokes by people playing in my mind.
“You’re going to be this way all your life!” they say while they wail in guilt for letting several trample on their heart over and over again for a love that didn’t even turn their life around.
If this the love they talk of, I’d rather be this way. At least I have my dignity and peace of mind.
But as another year heads for a wrap, I can’t help wonder if you’re a fragment of my imagination even though this feels more than real making me yet again wonder where you are?
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