—a poetic short

The world had ended a thousand times,
not with bombs or fire,
but in the quiet way hope fades.

And yet here he was—
a lone figure sitting on a wooden bench,
where the sea whispered to the shore like a tired lover returning home.

The wind was soft… like it knew his name.
It danced through his long, unkempt hair,
lifting strands as if trying to remind him
he was still alive.

The sun didn’t shout from the sky—
it leaned gently from the East,
painting the air gold,
turning every dust particle into a drifting crystal.
A silent snowfall of light.

Flowers bloomed wildly beside the stone road.
They weren’t perfect.
Some petals torn by wind,
some bent with age—
but they lived without apology.

He didn’t cry.
There were no tears left.
Only numb eyes that watched beauty pass
without reaching out.

Then he saw her—
not in flesh,
but in the dust-light.

A girl with eyes like forgotten songs,
running barefoot in the gold haze,
laughing, spinning—
just like she used to,
or maybe never did.

She waved.
Smiled.

And slowly, she broke into golden glitter.
Like she had become part of the sun itself,
leaving only warmth
and the ache of something that almost stayed.

The wind stilled.

And he whispered,
“You were never mine to keep…
but you were mine to remember.”

The reel would spin again tomorrow.
But for now—
he stayed.
Just a man, on a bench,
with the sea in front of him,
and the ghost of love in the wind.

Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,  
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.  
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.

Bathed in moonlight's gentle caress,
Lost in the labyrinth, a maze of distress,
On life's twisted path, I falter,
Each step, a burden on my silent altar.

The cold breeze whispers secrets, "Shiver," it sighs,
Heavy limbs trudge through night's dark disguise,
Shadows cling with sorrow's icy embrace,
Ensnaring my spirit in this barren space.

In the distance, a flickering beacon I glimpse,
Its ethereal glow, a whisper urging me to wince.
Guided by its glow, a wary step I take,
Closer, my fears recede with each move I make.

A solitary firefly, sparking the garden of the night,
With twinkling radiance, it invites me to take flight,
Dancing through foliage, leading with its luminous dance,
Towards a hopeful morrow, where fears trance.

Through winding tunnels, where shadows twirl,
Deep within the cave, where mysteries swirl,
An exit blooms with lights so bright,
A golden aura, guiding to realms unseen in light.

To the exit, I find myself, enchanted with delight,
Amidst myriad fireflies, painting the dim night,
They sing with their soft luminescence, a celestial melody,
I join their harmony, feeling my spirit soar free.

In the garden of fireflies, where dreams softly trace,
A promised visit, seeking its own space.
Their ethereal dance inspires, a vow to keep,
To return to my garden, where wishes deeply sleep.

I extend my hand, they swarm, aglow on my palm,
A vow affirmed, in their tranquil charm,
Easing burdens, lifting weary limbs,
As we voyage towards dreams' uncharted whims.

Taking humanoid form, they whisper tenderly,
"Meet us again in your garden, where dreams roam free, endlessly,
Where wishes unfurl, and dreams bestow,
Together, we'll bathe it in our gentle glow."
In your garden of dreams.

The alarm softly stirs me from sleep's gentle hold,
Yet its beauty lingers, a beacon of hope untold.
Today feels different, as I rise from my bed,
With newfound friends and dreams ahead.

I’m falling for you again,
even though you’re miles away,
and I have no idea who’s lying beside you
when the night wraps its arms around you.
But memory, sharp and clear,
still recalls the way your hand
used to rest on my stomach
so gentle, so sure,
like it belonged there.
I’m falling for you,
for something I don’t even know anymore.
I’m falling for a version of you
that’s never coming back.
A memory that keeps pulling me under,
even though I know
it’s a love that ended
before it really began.

I’m falling for the absence of you,
for the space between us
that stretches farther every day,
but still feels too close some nights.
I’m falling for what we had,
or maybe what we never had,
but could have had,
if only the timing was different,
if only we had been who we needed to be.

I’m falling for a memory
that’s beginning to blur,
a love I’m still holding onto,
even though I know it’s fading.
But I can’t let go
not yet, not when it still feels like you’re here.
And maybe, just maybe,
I’m falling for the idea
of what we could’ve been,
even if that idea is all that’s left.

The taste of your touch lingers
On the contours of my body
Ripples of a dream swirl through
My vision's like raindrops entering puddles
Only if they knew how your presence intoxicates me
Looking sober to the spectators in the distances
Never let the honeymoon feelings fade
Only playing the fool for you

I had a dream,
Where I flew,
And I kissed the moon.
But you were the moon,
I flew to and kissed,
You.

I still see you in my dreams sometimes, like echoes in my head of something familiar.
paper was my new best friend, it listened as i laced my words with pain and beauty, heartbreak and desire.
'we still could be' was the last thing you said before I walked away.
(that's right, i walked away this time)
I knew the what the words you said meant. the silent question mark lingering in the air.
but I couldn't bring myself to answer.... not then.... so I'll answer now.
I could love you till the sun stop's shinning and the moon stop's rising. but the truth to us is we were never meant to last that long.
we were stubborn and messy, young and reckless.
but I can still miss you, dream and write about you.
but when you said 'we still could be' somewhere deep in my heart  knew, and answered for me.