Dec 2013
Tragedy from a Distance is Still Tragic
February 21, 2012
I heard what happened.
But not from your note.
Earlier, I already knew.
I felt it intuitively as your world blackened.
I was far away, overseas on a boat.
But that didn't matter, our bond penetrated the distance through and through.
WHY couldn't you let me be there for you?
I'd show you my feelings were true.
I'm sorry lately I'd been so blue.
Now I know you had been too.
It just seems so unfair.
That you made yourself go alone.
WERE'NT we supposed to be a pair?
You could have at least told me goodbye over the phone.
I'm stuck feeling lost.
Not sure what I should do.
This life has become tragic.
This space between us has become too much.
To see you again, I know comes at a cost.
So just you wait - I'll be right beside you.
I have this one last shot to make some magic.
I'll leave this miserable world as such.
Here's to eternity.
As a worry free entity.
As long as you're with me, I can smile, happy.
I'll ditch this feeling so sick.
In one fleeting moment so quick.
Yet I can't shake this suspicion that forever, I'll remain,
tragic.
February 21, 2012
I heard what happened.
But not from your note.
Earlier, I already knew.
I felt it intuitively as your world blackened.
I was far away, overseas on a boat.
But that didn't matter, our bond penetrated the distance through and through.
WHY couldn't you let me be there for you?
I'd show you my feelings were true.
I'm sorry lately I'd been so blue.
Now I know you had been too.
It just seems so unfair.
That you made yourself go alone.
WERE'NT we supposed to be a pair?
You could have at least told me goodbye over the phone.
I'm stuck feeling lost.
Not sure what I should do.
This life has become tragic.
This space between us has become too much.
To see you again, I know comes at a cost.
So just you wait - I'll be right beside you.
I have this one last shot to make some magic.
I'll leave this miserable world as such.
Here's to eternity.
As a worry free entity.
As long as you're with me, I can smile, happy.
I'll ditch this feeling so sick.
In one fleeting moment so quick.
Yet I can't shake this suspicion that forever, I'll remain,
tragic.
In case if you couldn't tell, this is a poem about a man who is away from his lover on a trip. While he is away, she commits suicide and leaves him a note, but he intuitively knew what had happened, as it was unraveling, even though he was miles away. Then, almost as if it were a scene from Romeo and Juliet, he considers killing himself to be reunited with her, alluding to the use of a gun. But in the end, he realizes that even if he were to escape this harsh dilemma in his mortal life, he would still be stuck, just eternally in his spiritual life. My interpretation of the term, 'tragic.'
