Memories — Oh, memories —
How they weigh the years down.
How they bloom,
Only to wither again.

My heart trembles, twists and wrenches,
Yearning for a breath of you once more.
You were the lull of my mother's lap,
A dream of my unfulfilled nap.

I ruined everything before we began.
Lost you before I could knock on your door.

I'm apologetic for the feelings I have built,
for the love that rose like a tide,
only to break.

But one day, you will find my poems,
They will slip into your nights,
sit beside you in silence,
press against your ribs—
and you will know how I felt about you

Still, I wait and I hope
like a tired bird in the nest.
Hoping one day, you will run to me, barefoot,
the earth remembering your steps.

Will I be there that day?
Maybe. Maybe not

So let me bleed out,
On this night, upon my sacred ground.

Where my memories linger,
Like the echo of the gunshot of a gunslinger.

Where my unfulfilled desires whisper,
Like the silent waves crashing on the shore.

Where I longed for something that did not exist,
For a home that I'll never vergisst.

Where once it rained so heavy,
Those rains washed away my pain,
But left me in anguish, in vain.

How shall I carry this burden, alone?
I have wandered through the hardship, by my own.
Oh, my Beloved,
Can you not see what they have done?
Can you not feel the weight within my chest,
A burden too heavy for me to bear?
Oh, Beloved,
I am but a fool, lost in this pain.
Oh, Beloved,
Guide me out of this endless night.