Love doesn't hold.
It carries.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Those hands,
Cleaned with our clothes,
Washed with the rice,
Rough like these days
Are feet that kept me going.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

There is no afterlife...
...for those who did not live*,
Said the Butterfly
In his last days.

And I agree.

© 2015 J.S.P.

May you not weep like
Flowers of the morning.
May you be glad like
One rare evening
Accepting
All the loneliness in me,
Which no static star
Has ever carried,
Wishing, still,
For true love.

I only ask...
...to be remembered.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The rain will fall anyway...

Your heart will beat...
...anyway.

Keep crying.
You are only hurting,
Because True Love...
...is selfless.*

© 2015 J.S.P.