Flashes of yesterday’s garden,
deep green under a gray sky--
I step into the canvas, moving
slowly, regretful and watchful,
with the weight of past light.

So many colored years,
some bright, some somber,
and you, the voice that ripened
youth, the accented syllables
opening the hours between
cliffs and sky, your presnce
re-appearing in soft explosions
of living, so painful to let go.

I pray for change, impermanence,
for last year’s dust to settle to
acceptance, to turn over the pages
of the past and to forgive everything.

Lemme collect these shambles, ones scattered in the name of cards ungambled. Battles that left me rattled. Pieces that never fell together.

Realisations gone to tatters. Memories forgotten, altogether. These pieces of armor unfused forever.

Energies wasted in mindless splendor, with ideals crafted in inks without matter.  

These caricatures of youth, wasted in canvas of unwritten letters.

These realisations altogether, left us with spirits now dampened.      

Realisations, you say? No its the room, the walls, the paint, the comfort, the pain that has left you with these echoes, voices that never mattered.

Gazing from a mirror broken beyond repair,
All she could notice was a lifeless face.
A stench of blood and that of guilt,
Trailed her wherever she went.

She was haunted all her life,
Her days filled with endless tears
Seeking what she thought would end the pain,
To remedy the hate she had within.

Of her heart and soul she bleed.
The sun and moon had no effect
Cos all she perceived was a thick darkness,
A vendetta she promised to reciprocate.

O'er everything she sort revenge,
Gladly thinking it'll end the hate
But the nights became horrifying,
With a grime of blood on her hands for life.

I do not long for moments lost.
I long for losses yet to come.

Long ago we stood together.
   By the walls of time,
   We built an orchard;
   Where we sat gazing and repairing. 

We treasured every moment building it up.
   Carefully watering, pruning and shaping the plants.
   Every moment in there meant a lot.
   We worked intentionally for its growth.

The more time we spent in there,
   The more we grew in knowledge of ourselves.
   The orchard was a reflection of our relationship.
   In there, we bonded and mended our holes.

All of a sudden our orchard got dry,
   Ugly, ***** and extremely bushy.
   Our interest and cares had grown apart,
   Thus failing to nourish and water our growth.

Our once beautiful orchard became a dunghill.
   We failed giving it proper care.
   And before we could act, it was too late.
   We failed keeping it alive.

It had been my wish,
To love without border
But everytime I called up,
You told me you were busy.

It had been my wish,
To level up this life with you
And live it to the fullest,
Treasuring every second of it.

It had been my wish,
Before and always
To know how you felt
And what your desires were.

It had been my wish,
Over and over again
To spend more time with you
Yet you never showed up.

Now I'm no longer wishing
Because I'm no longer breathing
But here you are desperately wishing,
For me to open my eyes one last time.

Always wait 'till it's gone
Always blind even when taught
Always deaf even when sought

Only looking back at what was
Only pilling bricks on my walls
Only gulping bile in my rue

Coulda had, coulda got
Coulda grabbed, coulda talked
Coulda laughed, coulda loved

Emptied comforts, emptied joys
Emptied rooms, emptied possibilities
Emptied mind, numb false serenity

Only broke up by
Intense flashes of
Sanity.
Disgust.

I did not regret that I met you, I'd regret because I gave all my love for you. And you've never gave as what I did to you.