the truth
that nobody bothered
to tell you
ever since
your eyes
were opened,
your heart
started beating
towards another
person,
another missing soul
that you
deeply craved,
was that
you never really
stop loving someone.

it was him
in particular.
he made you
feel like
you belonged
in the warm
rose garden,
as if you lied there
with your heart out,
because it was his
for taking
somehow.

he made you
stop wishing
because apparently,
he was the one wish
you muttered
when a shooting star
would come by
in the night sky
as you peeked
in your window
when you were seven.

you hated to see
him like this,
and he hated, too.
the promise
you had for each other,
was nothing but
another piece of
crumpled thought.
you wanted to fight,
but he stopped the battle
already.

he will always
be there.
maybe you're bound
to cross
different roads,
to fly
different planes,
or to ride
different trips.
but that doesn't mean
the love will be absent.
it will just sit there.
but no one
will make it move,
at least anymore.

if love was a sin,
would you be
sorry?
would you repent
on your
wrongdoings
and have no face
to turn
to God
when the time
comes?

would you
stay a sinner
forever
to hold on
to one person,
or object, or
a happening, to say the least,
whatever your affections
desire for?

or do you
become a saint,
bend your
promises
into a halo,
and throw
your sharp horns
like a dagger
in one's chest?

if love was a sin,
the devil
would be ashamed
for all the faults I bear.
i'd be in my own
flames,
and my promises
in my own
tail.

it’s bad to think that
somehow,
in an alternate place,
or time, or reality,
or continuum,
we get to hold again each other.

i cry when they say
“you & me, always & forever”.
for i know i’ll never have
the same chance to regain you.
or the constant feeling to
save us from falling.

i hope when
another reality exists within,
there’ll be us again.
always & forever.
always & another forever,
with you.