Go on and open it
My diary
My book of
Poetry
If you will.
For you
Nothing is hidden
Exposed
And forthcoming
Every feeling
Is plain-spoken.
Either
You will read it
Right
If you do
Then
You will
Most likely
Recite
Each verse
As a fountain
Of goodness
Each one
Rhyming
With
A hunk of
Frankness.
My book is
Yours to read
For you and
You alone
To study,
To pore over
And be absorbed in;
You will
Interpret
Everything
Is as sincere
As it is;
I have not
Sprinkled anything
Nothing is
Beautified
Because
I have no
Details
To gild.
My book is
Yours to read
An open book
To you only.
This is
My diary,
My book of
Poetry
For you and
You alone
To see.

From everything to thin air
From somewhere to nowhere
From a reason to a season
From being whole to being broken
It only takes a second
To lose it all
A fleeting emotion
To crush it all
For someone so important
To become distant and indifferent
For something to be nothing
From being happy to unwilling
An arrow through my heart
But it was only a spear
For you to suddenly disappear
And when time has passed
Living space
To new days and life
I will look back and wonder,
Did we even exist at all?

I cannot write anymore
The music I hear
Is the one they play
In elevators;
The one they believe
That makes slow steps go faster
The one they pretend
Will make a broken heart
More bearable.

I would rather listen to
A voice that has the courage to
Say something that is sincere
The thing that would validate
Even just one of my tears

That what I have to brave through
Somehow is still worth
Me writing
The end of the book

Because at one point in time
Your eyes met mine
And not acknowledging a goodbye
I cannot help but hum
What a coward way to go out.

What is obvious betwen the lines
Is this uncanny vibe
Between you and I.

You ought to remember,
Mid-small talk,
We used to be so fond of each other.

Today we talk like strangers,
As if our life had not capsized
Since those days are over.

Candidly asking how we are;
So we hyperbolize the lie
And I am curious:
How can standing so close feel so far?

I wish to intervene,
Say it is alright to want the air cleared
To unmask what is in between.

But I am not about to reveal
That my heart still palpitates
And missing you has been my horrific ordeal.

After our brief encounter,
With hearts left unspoken,
I will smile, *Take care, and
                                      Enjoy the sunny weather!