I lost you
in the most
horrible way possible

I lost you
to nothing
I lost you
without even a chance
of having you

The letting go
went before
the holding on

The period
began our sentence

The goodbye
came even before
our hello got a chance
of getting out

An ending
without an opening scene

Darling, I know
I have no right,
but I miss you
too **** much
to forget about you.

*a.gale

I never told you this
And I won’t remember
In the morning
Because here’s the thing
I loved you then
I love you now
But I don’t want to
Love you still
It’s just too **** hard
And too **** cruel

So I’ll send you this
While my brain is asleep
And my heart is wide awake

*a. gale

Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts

Make no mistake, choose what is right
This heart of stone or that of a marshmallow
This unclear path or that of the lighted, which to follow
Make your choice and put up a fight
Either you hold on tight or just let go

The clock is ticking and so is this heart
Take your time but be quick
Walk to the finish line but run to where you start
Make your choice, take a pick

But before you choose, always remember:
Open this stone you'll realize the sincerity it promises
Risk to the unclear you'll see adventure that's endless
Make your choice, it's one way or another
Either you hold on or let go
But all I ask is that you'd let me know.

*a. gale

Do you remember the simple times?
No worries, no pain, just simple glories
Of building the tallest and largest building
Just made out of bricks of colorful pieces

Each one sticking to one another
Piling up by color and size
You would put on a smile filled with pride
Whenever you finished every brick
on top another

But what did you do when you left
and came back
then all you’ve built
was broken and gone?

“Don’t cry, child, it was only legos,
time for the real thing now.”
was what you were told.
“This time, child,
don’t make your dreams
out of lego bricks.”

*a. gale

The wind danced through her skin
humming his name in her ear
the daylight breaks through
aiming for her touch
Though darkness crowded
in her eyes.

She pretends it’s his fingers,
his voice, his aimless touch
that hoped to see
the lightness in her eyes
once more.

She pretends all she wants
clouding her thoughts with lies
but unable to hide the truth
of how sad it is
to have loved someone,
to love someone,
and always love someone
who has been touched by death.

*a. gale