The brightest moment today
was seeing an orange moon
and wishing upon it.

Only to realise I wished
to be happy, but not
to be with you.

I guess I finally realise
these wishes aren't the same,
as much as I hope
for them to be.

Sometimes I forget,
or I think I forget
about us.

It perhaps should be this way.
The better way, growing together
-apart.

But I still feel it sometimes
that non-existent inutile scar,
-aching.

Not for long though, these sour aches
need not nursing anymore,
But just our song.

I wait for 12mm
to be the first to wish you
Happy Birthday.

I let you hug me
as tightly as you want and
let you let go whenever.

I smile when you say
I look pretty and ignored
you repeating it to others.

I trust that you were looking
into my eyes and
not anywhere else.

I was touched when you
told them to get off me,
You're a gentleman.

I over think,
everything you do and say
because like you said,
I'm silly.

The roses
how they cut your teeth.

The note
how you bribed the florist.

The meat
how you earned the money.

The blood
how the meat split.

The gums
how they moved and lied.

The heart
how it surrendered when touched.

All red.

Tell her you don't mind onions,
that you love latte, movies
and not comics.

Tell her that you like cuddles from behind,
nibbles on your ears,
failed imitation of your dialect.

Tell her you find jealousy cute,
possession ridiculous though,
and alone time is for guitar.

Tell her you love your family so much,
so you would love her too,
tell her not to worry.

Tell her you would like the house clean,
her to cook,
wine to go would be good.

Tell her you aren't a chauvinist pig,
but you feel loved with
tender feminine touches here and there.

Tell her you like to be alone
when you are mad but
you won't leave her.

Tell her you have no favourite colour but
you love flush in the face
and sweet fragrance behind the neck.

Tell her you are loyal,
fiercely faithful, so stubborn
but in a good way.

Tell her about your good morals,
open-mindedness and how she can
bare her heart to you.

I will tell her, not to ever give up on you
like I did, because
I will jump at that opportunity.

I look up and I see you
Rising,
Glowing,
Smiling.

I walk on and I feel you
Shining,
Warming,
Caring.

I hide away and I watch you
Radiating,
Persisting,
Supporting.

I promise I won't
ever
take you for granted.

Feels like dementia,
some moments stay longer while
loss of memory persists on
a daily basis.

Feels like air,
the attempted grasp onto
something too invisible,
is it even any matter?

Feels like apple,
the first ever word in your book,
significantly taken for granted for
as if first means simple.

Feels like 3 seconds,
the time needed to lock you up,
for all pampering, xoxo,
when it is supposedly ever lasting.