Tonight,
as I lay down.
Reminiscing the night,
you said hi.
I haven't seen you,
in months.
and for you to act like,
nothing happened
hurt.
Was I not worth the fight?

I look at you
through
          beams
                      of
            ­­             sunlight
and all I see
is the shadow
of the boy
that
I used to be.

The silhouette
                 of your lips
pressed against the
smoke stained,
off-white walls
    mouth the words
I can no longer
hear.

And it is here,
in the space between
shadows
                and silhouettes,
where a boy's dreams
so innocently
lie.

love's pain
   is not
a topic I embrace
or would write fervently
about

yet to ignore it
   hurts
as I have learned
more than to speak

and also
  it might mean
that I love
not

     * *

It’s a perfectly golden day
she isn’t loving you less
no obstacle on your way
eating up your space

though fine on surface
you feel inside unrest
of a sighing emptiness
weighing on your chest!

There’s a wind blowing strong
no speck clouds the blue
your ears get birdsong
and you don’t have a clue

what stirs the ache
that finds no easy heal
but for you to break
lose strength of will!

The petals burst in bloom
crowned in sprightly leaves
yet shrouded in gloom
you wonder why heart grieves!

You lose a job
the lover you tied your life with drifts elsewhere
the place you grew root seems not home anymore
the days are vacuous and nights a crawler
your head echoes with the deafening groan

I deserve no love, even from me.

Surely it’s the worst portrait you drew of yourself
and an erroneous one.

The job was filling your purse but emptying your purpose
the lover was no fairy but a fair weather friend
the home was only a harbor you anchored before sail.

There’s a world at your doorstep begging your attention
withering without your love.

Pick up and hold them to your breast
see how quickly unburdens your chest
your spirits soar.

From thence you would never cease
to love yourself from the core!