You found me
I was whole
But still amiss
Happy
With all the 'yets'
Here you are
Filling me up
I was full
And so are you
We overflow.
My cheeks
Have never recovered
From all the bliss,
When you said
You found me.

Gazing up
Water accumulates
On the concave
Made by my cheeks
And my brows.

Thinking
Where are the answers
What is this unnamed
Demanding hollow
Inside this chest.

Looking down
The water drips
Endless
Something broke.
When will it end?

The rain,
My tears,
These drips,
And the sky's leaks,
Which is which?

When you have
Too many sadness
And you are
Just torn
Torn and beaten
In choosing
Which one
Of them all
Should you offer
Your tears first.

Looking
Staring at nothingness
For a long time
Gripping
Grasping for a breath
Not knowing
Where to get
That glowing
Passionate fire
Again.

The nights
Feel long
The days
Are warm
Yet the heart
Agitated, restless
And hopeless
Loneliness, grief
Eaten
Crumbles, stricken.

Captivating.
The only word
I could use
When the wind caught
The tangles of your hair.

Entrancing.
Your eyes as dark as the night
Spears through my soul,
Through my heart.
Down to my very core.

Burning.
Casting me on fire
The flames of the lightest touch
You whisked
When our fingers brushed.

Spellbinding.
When I saw the life
Flashing before me,
Giddy, bumpy, fulfilling
With you.

To meet the love of my life
And to listen to him talk
About the love of his life –
Honestly,
It wasn’t the biggest misery
At all.

Told me he was there
To wait for her,
And pick her up.
They would go home together.

There
Were sparkles in his eyes,
Was longing in his voice,
Was bliss with his fingers.

I was
And I am
Beyond doubt
Happy, to see him that way.

We don’t meet any time,
Because every time is cruel.
We don’t talk often –
It will be scary.

But meeting like this
One beautiful night
Inside a church
You wearing red
And I, in my best shade –
It isn’t bad.

To meet and talk
Accidentally like this
About the weather
How our lives go
Our political views
You’re engaging.

And I felt it too long
To be in your company
Or I might be
Overstaying
I told you I’m going.

But you did not let me go,
Like how it should be.
You took my bag like
How you have taken
A piece of me.

I wish that path was longer,
Or the church gate farther.
Being pampered
By a gentleman
That you are.

All good things must end.
So are these feelings.
Every time, all the time,
It shouldn’t be there –
This unwelcome emotion.

And I left
Like how I should do – I should be.
I left you my warm smile too,
And that part of me
Who is always with you.