If time is healer
As they always say
Why does  it still hurt
After all these years

The loss of love
Is never replaced
No love is the same
From another’s face

Each love is different
None are the same
So the hurt from a lost love
Still feels fresh through all time

When a child throws a tantrum,
he’d cry and scream and wail.
He’d flail his arms and throw himself on the floor.

Like a child I have tantrums too.

But I have grown past the luxury where it is acceptable for me to openly showcase such explosive displays of displeasure and discontent.

So what do I do?
I have to carefully select words that possibly could capture the essence of the disquiet in my heart and mind.

And I pen them down in tears.







This is me,
and I’m throwing a tantrum.

I was waiting
I know you'd arrive at any moment
I could feel the light cold breeze
blowing through my hair
Suddenly I see you
at the corner of my eye
You call out my name
I was surprised you did
Because we both know things aren't going too well
between you and me
But you did still call out my name
I turned to the direction of your sweet, sweet voice
I see you running towards me
3 feet, 2 feet, 1 feet, a heartbeat apart,
You stop.
I look down on the floor
You hugged me
I didn't hug you back
and it was the worst decision i ever made in my life
You smelled of alcohol
I knew you were drunk
But I didn't mind
It was still you
The you that I both hate and love
I feel your warmth
I close my eyes
Teardrops run down my face,
and then you said -
I miss you
I never knew on that very moment
It'll be the last time you'll ever be mine

Did you know I loved you
when you left, last fall?
I didn't tell you
but, I thought you saw.
Now, you're not that far
still you never call.

I'm happy now
well, I want to be.

Sometimes, I wonder
do you think of me?