It's a postscript
That is yet to be found
Written on the back of an old photo
Along the edge, succinctly.

Buried six feet under where I lie
And it grows as it dies
Wilting over time—
A slow demise that is much more painful
Than a quick stab in the heart.

It's a goodbye without a beginning
And failing without even trying
To keep it is a choice,
To confess it is a risk.

But as long as I see those eyes
Still glistening for that someone
This thing would remain hidden
Under a willow tree — weeping along its branches
Until completely forgotten.

-kg

Let me embrace you,
And melt the glaciers in you with my warmth.
Sing you songs I orchestrate with the birds and trees
Dance with you as humid wind blows
Cry a little as rain sprinkles
Smell the petrichor,
While feeling the sun kissing your skin just like the first time.
Draw hopscotch on pavements
And play like kids skipping through poorly drawn squares.
Hear the subtle waves crashing against your feet
Feel the soft sand
As you follow shallow footprints on the shore by some stranger...




Dearest Winter,

Let me sneak into your season,  
And I’d invite spring to bloom daisies for you.  
Frostbite may take away my colors
But I’d surrender every hue if it meant you'd feel alive, even just once.



©Kg

And when great souls die
Ocean hums a plangent hymn as it mourns
Cold breeze gently carries their ashes
Like scattered stars in the sky
One with the wind,
Until they find peace just beyond the horizon
Together with the sun as it sets
Giving us a colorful sky to remember as they leave
And at first light,
The sun rises with a breath of their legacy and name
While the heavens may still cry for a little while,
We'll sing endless elegies with the waves and clouds at night
For their true grave is in our hearts,
They'll forever be remembered with great admiration attached.