For death,
I'm not scared.
Take me in your hands where the air is still and peaceful,
I am not afraid.

He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.

Maybe there’s something between us.
A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed,
Blinded by the light.
But as that fire grows larger,
It becomes harder to control.
At some point,
We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.

By being with you,
I had learnt many.
How I could feel complete sadness,
And happiness,
With love, I grew for your soul.
How I could not wear my favourite shirts,
Perfumes,
Because they reminded me too much of you.
That all favourites change.
The love we feel for someone or something will always be replaced,
That everything must and will,
Move on.

When I’m happy,
I only realise after the felicity has left my mind,
Which makes me feel guilty for not realising the feeling at the moment.
Though when I’m with you,
I can feel the rubato of my heart,
Knowing that I’m existing,
Together,
With you.

If I’m honest,
I’ve always looked at you as if you were mine,
The way the sky looks at the ground when it rains,
The way the moon looks on the bright but dark ocean at midnight.
That one day when we were walking down the leaf-covered path,
Our hands intertwining without knowing.
However, a label has never been made.
We would stare at each other from across the room,
Almost as if there was a wall,
Bounding us from seeing each other
But that one walk,
It almost seemed that for like a moment,
You were mine and I was yours.