and all the other here afters; for all are an
aftershock, a stunned embrace emotion to
a trauma, that stuns us into a overwhelming silence, when words fail, for they are but a tool, not always handy…in fact, sometimes the hands, their warmth, the slow squeeze of supportive strength, is the most
uncommon elegance
humans ever devised

After all, when all  is said,
that shard of a touching outstanding
will

survive longest in the tracks
and crevices of
our fingerling cells, handy
and purposed for those flawed deposits

that are always kept best within
our safest harbors of valued,
touches,
ready to be recalled
and better yet, perfected, when

*shared

its the night when your
life becomes sleepless

your day might be reckless
doing things after things
of uselessness

i am tired,
no, i don't need sleep
no, i don't need rest
i just want that feeling
i could hold and hug
to where i kiss and wish
be loved for me to love back

i sigh waiting for a sign
that i am still alive
after all.

For so long I have loved you and
This much I know is true
But now I find
For the first time
I fell IN-love with you

The lights dingles,
Above the head of a two
Who's in love
Who's after one another

But as the lights get dimmer
And the space grow further,
Between them

They were in love
Yet,
They fall apart

They have one mind
In history,
Politic,
Art,
Poem,
Love,
But never one mind
In priority.

He has an eye for the future,
And she,
She just long for him, in the present

They are:
The two matching puzzles,
The two pair in love,
Yet,
They are the souls that never meant to be together.

Above all
I wish for your happy time
Even though when it costs me mine

After all
I wish for your peace
I know it requires my absence

Above all
I pray for your success
Although it builds on my broken pieces

After all
I pray for your luck always
I know it needs my bad days

Above all
I want our parting
I know it will ruin me totally

Afterall, we all think we are angels sometimes, don't you?