You loved countdowns, because they always led to something great.

I thought nothing of them, but humoured you nonetheless.

On New Year's celebrations, we'd marvel at fireworks.

The explosions started to lose their spark.

Your words decreased, my pain ascended.

Each year, we grew apart.

The day finally came.

"This is it.

The end.

Goodbye."

Something about her
the way she sips her beer
as if it’s tea, and she’s in a kimono
peering out into a storm
as the wind rattles the ***
and snakes through the silk
she undulates, sliding her finger
over the rim, then sips

I know the real storm
broods inside her frail frame
but she says little. mostly listens
and it drives me utterly insane
she should scream or bang on walls
she should throw ashtrays into tvs
but instead, she simply nods
her glazed eyes as still as pearls

She’s like a cherry blossom descending
towards the  muddy trail below
she will be trampled by hooves
of  merchants and thieves
and I am the charcoal cloud, aching
as I feel her falling farther from me…

The ocean is my temptress.
She gestures toward the infinitely expanding space. 
Her pale blue eyes reflect the light and darkness of this world.
Both are carried by those that inhabit her
Along with those that dwell above.
She understands as much as the land -
The slightest actions over time can have the greatest impact.
For most, this thought is saddening. 
For Her and Him, eternity is ephemeral.

I am tethered to the earth.
I wish not to be released to the sky,
Something most perceive as the heavens.
Instead, I want to fall.
I want to be with Her.
My desire is to remain with her longer than forever.

Time and time again I try.
We are not made for each other, although meant to be.

Each time I dive in, I swallow her essence.
I hate this feeling, but find myself going with it
Just to have more of Her as a part of me.

I lust for her undertow to pull me ever so gently.

I suppose I must embrace the ultimate darkness
Just for a minute of awareness with my light.

The ocean is my temptress, and she gestures toward death.

I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.

My walls were made of titanium and built sky-high, but boy, you sent them crashing down

You thawed my icy heart with a warmth like a gentle summer's breeze, and swore you'd never make me frown

I gave you the key to my heart and soul and not too long after, eventually disposed of the lock

I told you all about my masks and flaws, and even showed you my coveted memory box

I guess I should've seen it coming when you started leaving me notes - that we were not meant to be

You never meant to stay, neither did you want to share your future with me; all you wanted to be was a bittersweet memory

Today, my friend compared us to the Moon and the Sun
And said that we complemented each other as one
And after some thought, I had to agree
Because my dear, you see,
Though the days may be cloudy, your radiance still shines through,
And if not for your light, I wouldn't be beautiful

With a heart of gold and gentle hands to hold,
You are all the healing that's needed for my soul