Her Last Love Letter

Dear M., she wrote
in lovely strokes and beautiful cursive…

in each line…love letter
she poured out her heart
ending each sentence with
a tear…and a fragment of the love that still clung to each cell
of her battered heart…

she wrote of their memories…
of lessons learned…of realizations…
of the love they once shared…
of what was left of who they once were
to one another…

and she wrote her goodbye…
a painful farewell
to all the years they shared…
the plans they made…the promises…
the dreams they dreamed together…
the intimate moments…
and to the piece of her heart which only belonged to M…

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Departures

death will eventually
catch up with each of us
as dictated
by the cycle of life
and one must accept
his fate and depart
for our last journey…
and must say goodbye
to those left behind
to family…friends…lovers…
to possessions…
emotions…memories…
some of us who are left behind
choose to cry over the
depth of sadness it brings…
others of stronger faith
close their eyes and
take a step forward
without losing heart…
but just the same
these departures
alter our lives
and mark us forever…

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05.25.12

yours was a loneliness
which can only be
satisfied by company…
mine is a loneliness
born out of separation…
a parting out of the
company you’ve sought…
collectively,
ours was a loneliness
out of misery…
i wonder when it was
that you grew tired of my company…
i wonder when it was that
you decided…

to ask for your freedom…

and i had no choice but to give it
as i had no right to
deny you of such…
though i’ve always thought
you were free whilst with me…
i didn’t notice
i had become your ball and chain….
i wonder…what’s your
freedom like without me?…

just a little more…

just a little more time…
let me savor these memories…
just a little longer…
let me feel the pain
and the sadness of being without you…

just a little longer
let me wonder why…
let me go back to each memory
and wonder whether your heart
knew of a time when
it spoke only of the love we had…

just a little longer
let me hold on to your images
before i let the wind
carry them away…
just a little bit longer…
let my touch linger on
the promises and plans we made together
before i whisper goodbye
to every single one…

just one last time…
let me hold on to these selfishly…
just one last time…
before the last dot is placed on your chapter…

05.15.12

today i think of what would have..
what could have…what should have…
today would have marked
our second year together..
today you would have been
with me..had you not chosen
to be with her…
today could have been
the start of that forever..
today should have been
the day when we take
that commitment…
but these would have..could have..should have beens
will remain as such
for you are no longer with me…
today i think of these
for the last time….

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maybe…someday…in a life
other than this
we’ll be friends again…
maybe…sometime in the future
we’ll both realize
and remember why
we gravitated towards each other…
maybe…when our wounds have healed
and all that’s left are scars
we’ll both realize…
that those years weren’t wasted
and instead were beautiful…
maybe…this is how our story was written…

05.10.12

Tell me again how it was…
How we were…
So I can understand
The ending to our story..
Maybe a touch…a kiss…
To remind you of
How it was…How we were…
But then I see that
You’re already making
Resolutions to forget…
And though I try to do the same,
I notice that I’ve ran backwards…
Probably, so I’d remember you
For always….however foolish…
But now I’ve grown tired
Of chasing and holding on
To our memories…
They seem a blur these days…
Maybe I’m getting used to your absence…
I notice the white trace
Of that silver band on my finger
has slowly disappeared..
And my hands no longer search for yours…
No longer wanting to fill the spaces in between…