It was just three years,
but it felt like a lifetime.
Not because of time,
but because of everything you gave.

You weren’t just a friend—
you were my safe place,
my loud laugh,
my quiet strength.

We didn’t need forever
to make something that lasts.
You left a mark,
like sunlight through trees—
soft, steady, unforgettable.

Even now,
when life moves on
and days look different,
a part of me still carries us.

Three years.
That’s all it took
for you to become
a piece of my forever.

It wasn’t just you;
It was the time I was able to love someone.
Now my heart has no feelings—
Only echoes of what once was.

I keep coming back
to those quiet moments
where your laughter used to be.

The way we talked about everything—
and nothing at all.
The way you made it all feel lighter.

I keep coming back
because the heart never really forgets
what felt like home.

Through whispered words and silent sighs,
We built a world beneath the skies.
We fought, we hurt, we drifted far,
But still, you shined like a distant star.
No matter the battles, no matter the pain,
Your nearness was where my heart remained.

In moments of silence, we found our space,
In each other’s eyes, a familiar place.
Though words may fail, and time may flee,
Just being near you was enough for me.

Now in my dreams, you softly appear,
A presence that brings both joy and fear.
We reach for words we can’t quite say,
But your warmth stays, in every way.

I carry you with me, not in regret,
But in the love we shared, the things unmet.
No matter the distance, no matter the years,
You’ll always be close, in my heart, my fears.

Again, the helpless heart pulls me
It can’t stand the distance
What to do?

The heart longs to finish
That talk left incomplete,
That memory half-forgotten.

Maybe destiny wants us to keep meeting
The heart hopes to make it last forever.
That path still waits,
That wish still lingers.

All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
Maybe I should remake them all?
Re-write, re-concoct, re-live, re-slobbered!
Maybe they should be re-baked in whole?

So that instead of the night there’s the sun!
And in place of the blizzard there’s summer.
And no sadness! Out with the blues!
No more tears! No ill lucks and dramas!

And what about love? We’ll keep it on!
But let’s go and change my loving colors!
Instead of the rain and sleepless nights,
We’d paint white camomiles and flashy covers.

The wind would always be tail-on,
And love would live into old life.
Cinnamon, almond, vanilla aromas…
Am I right? Is that the smell of happy life?

I’ll write such “love story”, where they both
Love each other and were both faithful.
The sun shines brightly, birds sing clearly,
And they both live till their death in full.

I’ll finish writing this loving poem
And put it on the back shelf grandly.
I can be inaccurate, but I don’t like it.
And in my poems I won’t lie fully!

All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
I won’t remake them all in no way.
I love and I write my fanciful life!
And I will do it further alway!

Dear Father
I’m alone in a very scary place
And I’m not certain how I got here.
I lost sight of the footprints I was following
And wandered off the pathway you laid out for me.

The wind is cold and the sky is dark.
I just heard screeches from the nearby woods
And this path ends in only brambles.
Kneeling on the rocky ground
I beseech the Lord to rescue me.
He either doesn’t hear my cry
Or this is where I need to be
To learn to never take my eyes
Away from the light that guides me.
ljm