In the darkest of night
Just at the same corner
Hours after,
Along the gutter
Camera shutters

In the darkest of night
At the same corner
A body rests at the arms of his mother

In the darkest of night
Records in the daily newspaper
Death sentenced by the accuser
We will remember

My old habits of coming back to you:

Waking up in cold mornings only to find
warmth in your long gone arms

Tracing the stars in the night sky only to
notice similarities with your moles and scars

Reading through my favorite lines only to
remember that your words were poetry spoken to me out loud

Embracing silence within my room only to
remind me that this is how we end
that this is where you left
this is where I always try to find you
-in the air of silence

James-Lange Theory of Emotions states that
the first time you held my hand I knew it would be the start
and so I smiled

Lazarus Theory of Emotion argues with
my mind as to why you continue to hold me every time
and you still make me tremble inside

Schachter-Singer Theory of Emotions proves that
the first time you ever kissed me made me feel safe and free
And that’s when I knew I love you

But above all these theories,
One thing remains true -that you are the triggering event,
the arousal, the reason, and all the emotions in between.

You, my little secret
Always reaching out for my hand
But leaving no tracks
You, a conundrum to me
Stealing glances from the rows
And speaking no words
Us, a mystery
Puzzling as it may
Never did I want to solve anyway
Hey, my little secret
Let's leave it at this
-permitted yet illicit

Longest night, shortest day
Longest insomnia, shortest sleep
Longest night to miss you, shortest day to see you
Longest ideas of you, shortest reality of you
Thus, longest anxiety for me, shortest sanity for me
Longest cold, shortest warmth
Longest longing, shortest delight
Longest grief, shortest ease
Longest you, shortest me
And just for this time,
for the last time
just please let me
love you the longest,
and regret you the shortest.